My morning walk with Muddy had the Dirt Farmer tagging along. I had told him he needed to come with us today, to witness the traditions Muddy and Huck are forming on their daily ritual. And he needs to have time to look down at the farm from the highest point, so he can feel small and big at the same time. The Savannah Oaks are now are wearing their best mossy coats, and the grass is yellow and amber mixed with a tinge of green in spots. The water can be heard under your feet, as it follows its own heart downward, downward, anticipating it's reunion with the Yamhill River.
