Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

in the morning.”

“Did his blood sugar stay down?” I asked, setting the fresh quart of summer honey on the table between us.

“Ninety-six this morning,” she said. She reached out and touched the glass jar, her fingers tracing the natural yellow wax seal under the lid. “The doctor said if it had stayed over two hundred another night, we’d have been in the continue reading …