It’s that time of year again….

Tobacco season has settled into the summer like a herd of buffalo being chased by a thunderstorm. The ski’s went back home to help the parents chop, spear and hang broadleaf tobacco for the weekend. We spent Saturday helping out and mingling with my father’s work force that resembles the united nations and/or inmates of a supermax prison. Quite a few stories could be told here but in the interest of protecting oneself, none will be told.

Sunday however was a different story because of the bad storms that passed through the area. Driving home we experienced one heck of a wind storm that tore leaves and branches off trees. In fact, because of this one tree (below) our normal 1 1/2 hour commute turned into five hours. Unbelievable.