I used to just glance up the hill at the little stand in passing, the stand and the house behind it a blur.
It took me some time to realize that there was no one there.
How in the world does that work?
On a late October day, my traveling companion and I decided to stop at this roadside sweet stand, to educate ourselves further about what could possibly be sold on trust.
But past that, along the first table, meticulously placed, were jars and jars of jellies, jams, and preserves. Mayhaw, blueberry, blackberry, green and red jalapeno, peach, apple, strawberry, muscadine... most of these jars were from a Rogers outfit, but some were more local offerings.
And of course, there was the mailbox, shut with a simple Masterlock and nailed to the table. I wondered to myself how something could have survived looky-lous over the years, and how the temptation of whatever money the mailbox held could have been resisted by every soul that stopped here.
My traveling companion selected a blackberry jam, and I purchased a wildflower honey-filled bear, and we took off for our next destination -- a nearby gas station.
You can find the honey stand just south of Damascus on Highway 65, on the west side of the road. Remember, you're on your honor.
UPDATE: Garland Gilliland passed away in January 2009, but the honey stand is still there after all these years. If you go up to the front porch, you can also buy fresh eggs out of a small refrigerator.