It's that time again here in Smalltownland. The wagons are out and the barn doors are open.
Tobacco is being cut and brought into barns to dry. This will ready it for market in the coming weeks.
Truly a controversial product, I admit that we do not grow it here on our own farm. However, as soon as I leave my house, I see it everywhere. Even peeping out from the small side-doors on tobacco barns.
It continues to fuel aspects of Southern culture.
"I kissed my first girl and smoked my first cigarette on the same day. I haven't had time for tobacco since."