Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

swivel chair, tapping his gold watch face with his index finger as he stared at a spreadsheet on his computer screen.

A stack of unpaid freight invoices sat near his right elbow.

“Arthur, I need the hive logs for the south pasture,” I said, closing the door firmly behind me.

“I want to see what the bees were pulling from during that dry week in September.continue reading …