Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

” I said. “The pine floors are still solid.”

“I could move my tools in next week,” he said. “If you still want me here.”

I looked at him, seeing the same quiet determination in his chin that Carter had when we first bought this land.

“The heavy lifting isn’t getting any easier for me, David,” I said. “I can’t run thirty hives alone.”

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