Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

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“No,” I said, a sudden warmth rising in my chest as I took the jar from his hands. “Real honey crystallizes, David, and this old jar proves we used to make it right.”

I rubbed my sleeve against the glass, clearing away the dust of three seasons to reveal the deep, solid gold underneath. This was the pure clover harvest, untouched by commercial syrup continue reading …