A 'Classic' Last Windrow: Richardson's Creek
A ‘Classic’ Last Windrow:
I wrote the following Last Windrow in 1989. The column was dedicated to a small creek that flowed through my Uncle Reed Richardson’s farm. A quiet little stream that only misbehaved in the spring of the year or perhaps when a “gully-washer” rainstorm pass over the countryside.
It was a favorite place of mine and still resides deep in the cells of my brain. So, I offer it to you again in this “Classic” Last Windrow.