Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

one of our eighteen-dollar signature jars from the fresh batch, but the liquid inside looked pale and moved too quickly when she nudged it.

“Mabel, this did not help Thomas’s throat last night,” Evelyn said in her quiet, precise schoolteacher voice. “He was rasping until dawn.”

I unscrewed the lid and took a sniff. “It looks a bit pale, Evelyn. The late continue reading …