Boone Hall Drive
In the deep South there is a weeping history of farms and freedoms won and lost, long drives lead to stately plantation houses with mottled pasts like the shaded paths that lead us to them. Mammoth limbs intertwine like the lives of the people who walked the roads beneath them, reaching up for light and air to grow, their struggle providing some shelter for those who came behind them.
Ancient and mossy they are living memories of the past, solid from years of growth, standing side by side in companionship, welcoming their loved ones home.
