So, We Have Left Native America and Entered The Evergreen State.

The first time I went to Washington with Chad, we were driving down the road when I saw a man plowing his field.  I kept thinking to myself that something about that scene was off.  There was something odd about it all.  Then it hit me, the dirt was gray, almost black.  I kept telling Chad to look at the dirt, that it was just weird.  Dirt isn't supposed to be gray.  Dirt is supposed to be red.  I knew then that I just wouldn't be able to leave that red dirt behind.  So, on the mantle in the living room of the house we are now in, is a quart sized mason jar of dirt.  Not just any dirt either. One pint of that mason jar is filled with red dirt from our driveway.  The other pint of that mason jar is red dirt from the pasture that Jessica had mixed with cow manure.  Along side of my dirt is a pint size jar of okra seed, a jar of Chad's Papaw's watermelon wine, some OSU salsa, a bottle of Dr. Pepper from the Express Ranch, and the cover to an OU blanket Chad's mother gave me for my birthday.  Turns out that blanket was actually a Washington State Blanket.  No, she didn't switch them.  She actually thought she was buying an OU blanket.  Maybe God is trying to tell me that Washington is home now.  I'm not there yet.