I can’t imagine a childhood without cows.
Without a garden with fresh cucumbers and tomatoes.
Without hot summer days where sweat beads up on your forehead just by stepping on the porch.
Without a river to jump in.
Or without tractors.
Or a horse named Charley (literally) that bucked you off.
Or a hammock that you fell out of multiple times and rolled down a hill.
I can’t imagine growing up without the smell of cow patties.
And I ain’t talkin’ about a hamburger.
I can’t imagine living anywhere else except The South.
My southern belle label may be
revoked tarnished, but my love of the south is still going strong.
The effect is even better when the rocking chair is a family heirloom and the view from it is cows.
And of course, sweet tea is required.
But, I’ll have a cheap beer.
And we will always welcome you to come rock with us.
Or swing – we like that too.
The south is full of junk hoarders. You never know when you might need a piece of old barn wood from your great grandfather’s barn to spray paint gold….
Welcome To The South
There’s no place quite like it.
You know you don’t wanna miss any of this crazy.
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