Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

won’t have to,” he said. “We should split the ownership fifty-five, forty-five. Your name first.”

“Fifty-fifty,” I said. “That’s how your grandfather and I did it.”

He didn’t argue with me, just nodded once and looked back toward the hives.

“I’ll start on the cottage roof on Monday,” he said.

“The bees did their work, and we did ours,” I said.

We stood continue reading …