At the end of July, the girls and I drove 10 hours with my parents to Mississippi to visit my grandpa "Poppy," my Mom's Dad.
He and my Uncle Barry live on my Great-Grandparent's farm just outside Oxford, MS. My Great-Grandfather built the house himself, and while it's not the working farm it once was, it is settled on the top of a hill, over looking farm fields and cows, surrounded by a great blue sky.
For, me, Mississippi is heat, and red dirt, and sweet tea, biscuits and bacon, pork BBQ, fried catfish, and gravel roads, kudzu, and calm and slow.
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