Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

“Arthur does not do calibration,” David said, adjusting his cap. “He does sales.”

He picked up a heavy wrench from the workbench and laid it in his toolbox with a sharp metallic clang.

“Let us check the back storage,” I said.

We walked past the empty wooden pallets where the summer harvest should have been stacked. The barn felt too continue reading …