Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

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“The logs are gone, Mabel,” he said without looking up from the monitor, his fingers clicking rapidly on the keyboard.

“I lost the black leather notebook in the field three days ago when the truck stalled by the creek.”

“You lost the notebook?” I asked, my voice rising.

“The one with five years of harvest records and our Queen breeding continue reading …