Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

pride, the stubborn knot that kept me from asking for help with the heavy lifting, dissolved right there on the gravel.

“We will get through this,” I said, looking at the silver tool. “But you are getting paid for your hours, David. I do not care if I have to sell the spare tractor to do it.”

He did not argue, but he did not agree either.continue reading …