Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

down the row of hives, my left thumb resting in my palm, though the sharp ache in my joints felt lighter than it had in months.

“The goldenrod is finished blooming,” David said, joining me by the edge of the fence. “They’ll be settling in for the winter soon.”

“They have enough stores to last them till April,” I said. “We left them three full supers continue reading …