Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

” I said. “It keeps the dampness out better than pine.”

He adjusted his baseball cap, looking out over the creek bottom where the sweet gum trees were turning red.

“I’ve been thinking about the cottage by the pasture,” he said. “The roof needs a few new shingles, but the foundation is dry.”

“Your grandfather built that place for his brother back in seventy-four,continue reading …