My cousins are coming to visit from California. That means we’ll push our hats back and turn on our Arkansas. Maybe that’s not what they expect to see, but we know it’s what they want. The South is not a fish hook on the bill of every ball cap, but it might as well be. What we are– it isn’t a teachable art. You had to be there, and I’m talking from day one.
I hate to give you a post with no pictures, but I don’t have anything recent due to an ongoing lack of camera batteries. (I know– what good is it doing just laying around dead? Zip, zero, zilch, nadda. One more thing to dust.) I do, however, have some cool stuff in my archives from several months ago. It was daisy season, right around the first hay-cutting, and I’d taken the camera out to photograph some junk cars in my neighbors’ field before they had them all crushed and hauled away.
Observe…
