Chapter 28: Dahlia

“Come on then,” I said, and started walking.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ We moved down along the fence line slowly, stepping through the tall grass while I talked.

At first I spoke the way I usually did when explaining a project—but the more I described what I was seeing, the more the vision itself began to take shape again in my mind.

I talked about the soil first.

About the darker sections near the old markers and what that meant for irrigation.

Then I talked about the barn.

Not what it was now