Wow, I can't believe it's November. I grew up on a tobacco farm and I can remember when the weather got cold my daddy started talking about the upcoming time to strip tobacco. I remember the warmth from the huge metal barrel in the barn for heat, the songs we all sang while we worked, the smell of my mommas cornbread she'd bring down from the house at lunchtime. We worked hard living on a farm, by age five I was cooking and was actually pretty good at it. We also learned that the work could be enjoyable as well as hard. My Gramma sounded like an angel singing as she worked alongside PaPaw. My grandpa taught my daddy, and daddy taught us kids, that if you sow good seed in fertile ground and trust in The Lord you will reap a bountiful harvest.
