Growing up in a small town, visiting your grandparent’s farm during summer vacation, wading cold creeks, sitting on a deer stand, watching a bobber dance on the surface of a farm pond, feeding carrots to the horses, picking tomatoes from the vine, climbing to the bows of a magnolia, stalking up on a covey of quail, eating an apple fresh off the tree, playing king of the hill on bales of hay, filling glass jars with glowing fireflies, sitting around Read more…