Curtis Scarbrough loves his horses.
Recently, he decided that, together, they could step back in time.
This week, on a sunny spring day, he walked behind them, holding steady a plow as it cut into the rich brown earth of a garden on Ruritan Road.
The garden promises to yield the usual country bounty of corn, okra, tomatoes, onions and beans.
“I just wanted to see if I could do it,” Scarbrough said. “That is all we had when I was coming along. We didn’t have tractors. It was either a horse or a mule.”