Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

“I can wash jars, carry crates, whatever you need.”

He walked over to the stainless-steel holding tank and peered through the sight glass at the honey we had drained from the extractor that morning.

“This batch looks thin,” David said, pointing to the light, watery amber behind the glass.

“The bees must have found some late clover down by the creek,” continue reading …