Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

water in the jar turned a dull, muddy yellow, completely clear of any natural sediment.

I stared at the cloudy, sugar-filled water in the mason jar.

The sun was already high enough to bake the pine straw by ten o’clock the next morning at the Sweetwater Farmers Market. I stood behind our wooden trestle table, my left thumb tucked into continue reading …