Do not get excited presentation-seekers–I do not play any instrument! Not even the gourd banjo!
On some days when the frost finally came and the simmons got “bit” they had to be gathered up before the deer and possums and raccoons got to them:
There were so many things to be done, drying peanuts for instance:
And at the days end—you had to pound corn…
Folks had to gather moss to stuff their beds, but I couldn’t that day because its protected…
And you know what happened with cotton–our botanical nemesis:
And now for some good old fashioned “slave row” hog killing time butchering: