Just to put this blog in context. I am sitting in front of a pump working on it
to irrigate our Fair Haven. I am eating
a tomato sandwich on homemade bread looking out over the Tennessee River. We are country.
This is country. Two hard
luck lovers standing on the edge of life, love and the earth, pushing back on
America to make room for them; willing to take the risk, make a home, sew
children deeply into one another, wake at dawn, mold the fabric of hearth and
stone into their life. Make art, make
love, make Godly all that they walk, lay and toil upon. This is country, drinking from a coffee cup
of grave dirt and watching the sun rise and set over the earth that they have
now staked claim to. This is America,
Zac and Britt taking hold of the plow and not looking back and Bensons
spreading our corner stakes. Bensons. We are country. We are American Gothic.
No comments:
Post a Comment