Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

to have,” I said.

The afternoon heat was starting to fade by the time we drove the truck back through our own pasture gate.

The bees were still active around the white-painted hive boxes down by the creek, their hum a steady, low vibration in the dry grass.

David stopped the truck near the old tractor barn and got out to open the gate for me.

I walked continue reading …