Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

it into the second glass of water.

The dark lump sank straight to the bottom like a lead weight. It sat there on the clear glass floor, a perfect golden mound, the water above it remaining as clear and bright as mountain air.

“Now that’s honey,” Harold said, nodding slowly. “It doesn’t dissolve because the sugar molecules are bound to the natural enzymes.continue reading …