Today marks the first harvest on Bordelon land in, I don't know, three years. There's been more than a few times since we planted that I didn't think we'd get here. We came through storms, white fly, anything man and God could put in front of us, and still he leads us through. I know my mom would be proud, and my pop, Ernest Bordelon. I was trying to live out the vision he saw for me and…
Ralph Angel
