Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

stacked against the back wall.

“We’ll label them tonight,” I said.

I walked over to the wooden bottling tank by the door, where the copper bracket was still screwed into the pine siding. I slid the brass loop over the hook, the metal clicking soft against the wood.

I placed my husband’s brass thermometer back on the bottling tank wall.continue reading …