Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

emergency room in Columbus.”

“I brought three more jars from the summer crates we found in the old tractor barn,” I said. “This is the real tupelo from the June flow.”

“I knew the other batch was wrong the minute I put the spoon in his tea,” she said. “It didn’t have the smell of the swamp in it. It just smelled like hot iron.”

“Arthur continue reading …