Your Echos, all in one place

Oh, the mornings. I used to wake up before dawn and walk out to the porch with my coffee. The air smelled like fresh hay and honeysuckle. Your grandfather would already be out checking on the horses, and I'd just stand there watching the sun come up over the east pasture. That was my church.

He loved that land more than anything except us kids. He used to say "This dirt is honest work" — and he meant it. He turned down three job offers in the city because he couldn't imagine waking up without that view.