You Can Take the Girl Out of the Farm, but You Can't Take the Farm Out of the Girl

I was born and raised on a tobacco farm in rural Southern Virginia. Okay, well not technically born on the farm...I was born in a hospital...but you get the idea. My Daddy still earns his living farming tobacco.

I have so many fond memories of my childhood. Until I moved to the city, I thought frog gigging, tagging calves and filling barns were pretty normal.

I'm starting this new series on my blog (You Can Take the Girl Out of the Farm, but You Can't Take the Farm Out of the Girl) to document those memories. And maybe my city folk will learn some things!

Stories to come...