Tennessee Morning Dew
Tennessee morning dew. Here, in Gary Brewer’s hay pasture. (outside Russellville, TN)
The last nights have been dewy. Evenings, I stack my saddle, pack saddle and gear in to a pile and cover it with a poncho. By morning, the poncho’s creases have captured tiny lakes of water. My tent is soaked.
But the grass loves it. And the mules count on eating on the hoof. Without the grass, we can’t travel the land. Grain is too heavy to carry.
We rely on grass. And the dew that nourishes it.
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