“Ask me about my childhood, and I will tell you to walk to the edge of the woods with a choir of crickets chirping from every direction, a hot, humid breeze brushing through your hair, your feet, bare and callused. Stand there, unmoving, and watch the dance of ten thousand fireflies blinking on and off in the darkness. Inhale the scent of cured tobacco, freshly plowed southern soil, burning leaves, and honeysuckle. Swallow the taste of blackberries, picked straight from the bushes, and lick your teeth, the after-taste still sweet in your mouth. Now, stretch out on the ground and relax all your muscles. Watch nature's festival of flickering lights.” ChildhoodFarmingSouthern WritersFirefliesGeorgia Writers 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
“I could go to a dozen houses, scrape away the dirt, and find his footprints, but my own prints evaporated before I ever looked back.” CountryMemoriesOld AgeFarmingFootprintsOld HousesFootprints Of LifeFarmer S Daughter Author:Brenda Sutton Rose