“No matter where I go, I’ll never forget home. I can feel its heartbeat a thousand miles away. Home is the place where I grew my wings.” HomeInspirational QuotesLife QuotesSpiritual QuotesHomesicknessChildhood MemoryFarm LifeFlying Quotes Author:Brenda Sutton Rose
“Today, it is the scent of honeysuckle that takes me back in time and lays me down near a barn. I pick a honeysuckle blossom, touch the trumpet to my nose and inhale. With sticky filthy fingers, I pinch the base of its delicate well then lick the drop of nectar. The sweet liquid makes me thirst for more, and I reach for another and another, the same hands that reach again and again for tobacco as I string. I separate honeysuckle blossoms and taste.” FarmingTobaccoSouthern FictionFarm LifeSouthern WomenStringing Tobacco Author:Brenda Sutton Rose
“I know this place like I know the calluses on my hands.” LandscapeSmall TownFarmingEnvironmentalismNature S BeautySmall Town LifePhilosophical MusingsSouthern FictionFarm LifeNature WritingEnvironmental ValuesSouthern LitSouthern LiteratureLandscapes Of The Heart Book:Dogwood Blues Source: Dogwood Blues
“As I string, a swift rhythm is played out with my hands, a cadence known only to those who have strung tobacco. To many of the poor workers, the meter and rhythm of stringing tobacco is the only poetry they’ve ever known.” PoetryPoetry QuotesFarmersFarmingFarm LifeStringing TobaccoBrenda Sutton RoseTobacco Farming Author:Brenda Sutton Rose