It was a time of great activity on the farm.
The fields needed plowing and planting and most days we would start early just before the night faded.
Soon the sky would leave colors across the clouds as if an artist touched a canvas with his favorite brush.
The morning started with a hardy breakfast, bacon, grits, eggs, and hot biscuits. Everyone had chores to do before we all went to the fields.
The day would be long and tiring but that is what farmers do, and most say they would not want to do anything else.
This is how we lived in those days from long ago and I was sad that last day when we drove away in a big truck with all we owned.
I never forgot how we lived and the values and way of being that we lived by. Every time I see an abandoned farm I stop and embrace the memories and take a lot of photos so I do not forget how I lived.