Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

nearly put him in the clinic.”

I dipped the clean spoon into the second jar, the dark, heavy summer clover we had pulled from the tractor barn loft. The honey was thick, clinging to the metal in a rounded, golden clump that refused to fall until I tipped the spoon completely.

“This is the clover from two years ago,” I said, dropping continue reading …