It’s May and we’ve had just enough rain to wake up all the slumbering seeds. Edgefield’s dry, dusty earth is awash with the green haze of germinating seeds. It’s a sight for sore eyes.
It’s May and we’ve had just enough rain to wake up all the slumbering seeds. Edgefield’s dry, dusty earth is awash with the green haze of germinating seeds. It’s a sight for sore eyes.