This Heat is UNbelievable!

Stripping tobacco leaves in Kentucky in August. Don't know if that job ever got mechanized but back when I was a kid, you had to do it by hand. All the men in the family would converge on my grandparent's tobacco farm to get the job done. I was just a little kid and a girl at that, so I was spared. I'd climb high up in the loft of the tobacco barn (the best loft because it was far higher than the one in the dairy barn) and build a fortress for myself out of bales of straw that were stored up in that loft and hide the barn cats from my two cousins from Alabama and their new daisey BB guns. Me and the cats would stretch out up there, paralyzed from the heat and the humidity and watch my Daddy and GrandDaddy and uncles come in below with the tobacco leaves as tall as I was to be hung to dry. The drying sheaves of leaves would turn golden in the afternoon sunlight that came in through the slats on the barn. Best smell in the world!