The Beauty of a Dry Dirt Road
There’s just something poetic about a dirt road—another aspect of the South that’s fading away
A story from our Winter 2024 issue by
The creeks dribble. Shorelines drop. Leaves crunch. Colors fade. Birds queue up around my fountains. The lack of rain robbed us of a lot of fall color. I drove through the countryside this week. Brown leaves everywhere. It’s so dry folks are spitting cotton as one old saying goes. Dry as a bone g…