Sense Perceptions From Our Trip To The Family Farm

• The scent of my great grandmother's 1987 chevy S 10
• Memories of cattle eating crab apples from my hands
• Covey of quail scurrying up from wild plumb thickets 
• The cold salt water of the north fork of the red river that stained my white clothes a ruddy brown swimming as a boy
• Narrowly dodging a rattlesnake warming itself against the moss covered quartz boulders half way up grandad's mountain
• My grandfather's newly made deer friends 
• The taste of fresh cold water from our well
• The ringing in my ear and smell of gunpowder after trying out the old Turk Mauser 
• Sandy soil giving way to my boot 
• The fallen windmill slowly turning and creaking in the breeze 
• Picking grass burrs from between the pads of Luna's paws 
• The prick of blood at the points of cotton seeds in hand 
• Scent of stale vanilla and dust in the Prince Albert crimp cut long burning smoking tobacco jars that my great grandfather smoked and where I stored the money earned picking vegetables and selling them in town. 
• The taxidermy bobcat atop the old tube television 

Prince Albert Crimp Cut Long Burning Smoking Tobacco