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Dew drops cling to a barbed wire fence in front of an old farm and broken windmill on a foggy morning on the outskirts of Petaluma.
The Grass is Always Greener
Sweetgrass along Lockwood Drive Charleston, SC
Lockwood Drive with Fog and Street Light Charleston, South Carolina
Dew Barn The Dew Barn is a significant example of tobacco barn construction in Dillon and Marion Counties from ca. 1895, considered to be the time of the introduction of Bright, or flue-cured, tobacco to the area, until the 1950s. After tobacco leaves were harvested, they were transported from the field to nearby tobacco barns to be cured. The object of curing was to remove water from the leaf and to force certain biological changes. The Dew Barn, which is essentially intact, is believed to have been constructed before 1935. The hewn-timber tobacco barn has a steep, metal-covered gable roof. A metal-roofed shed, which is supported by undressed wood posts, surrounds all sides. The shed typically provided shade and shelter for the workers stringing tobacco leaves on sticks in preparation for curing. These sticks were then hung across poles in the barns. The roof’s gable ends are weatherboarded. An arched brick firebox and brick flue are located on the right elevation. The firebox supplied the heat for curing. Three-fourths of the chimney has been rebuilt with cement block. Wood plank doors are located on the façade and rear. Listed in the National Register August 3, 1984.
Morning Dew
© Radka Sumberova for CARE Like strings of pearls, droplets of water glisten around me. They speak of a recent rain. Soon my feet are soaked in natur's love. I shiver with cold and can't help but be mesmerized as blades of grass transform before my eyes into strings of hair. Soft breeze gently moves through a meadow weaving its way close to the ground. Strings of hair sway ever so slightly, and the Goddess that has been supporting my every step reveals her face to me for a brief moment. Our eyes lock and my knees give in. Everything begins to spin. Ground moves beneath my feet in some primordial rhytm. I am love struck and terrified at the same time. She, who gives and takes a life winks at me. Just as I think I might faint an icy cold gust of wind slams into my face. It sends my own hair flapping in all directions. Startled I regain my footing. I look around for the face of the Goddess but it is gone. Only locks of her hair adorned with pearls lay around me as a reminder. I start walking again noticing now a familiar rhythm in the beat of my heart. We are all blessed by the Goddess!
Morning Dew
Morning Dew
Morning Dew
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