On our most recent ride about, we found ourselves in Pitts, Ga with cameras in hand to photograph sunflowers and old buildings. We did that…and bought goodies from Oliver Farm, too. Sunflower oil, okra flour, brown rice grits were among our purchases.
The sunflowers didn’t disappoint…and the old buildings served as great backdrops for the quilts that went for the ride.
But it was the dirt that thrilled me. I got right out in the field with the sunflowers. The blooms were as high as my head and about the size of my head, too. But the dirt …oh, the dirt! We were in a county neighboring the one where I grew up. And the dirt in the coastal plain region is very different from that of the piedmont where we now live. This is the dirt that I used to make mud pies and gopher houses and embed in my skinned knees.
I didn’t have to take off my shoes to know exactly how that dirt would feel between my toes. Those little rocks of limonite mixed with the sand speak home to me. Hopscotch, skidding bicycle tires, carving a trail with a stick…all those memories are tied to this dirt.
We succeeded in photographing sunflowers and old buildings, but found other treasures, too.
In a cypress habitat, we found some other interesting vegetation to shoot, but it was the road that entranced me. That dirt again…oh, and the beehives!
Jim has always said he can feel his blood pressure drop when we visit Turner County. Well, there’s that; life is slower. But these dirt roads just feel like Sunday afternoon drives and going to visit relatives.
My Daddy farmed before I came along…so he walked behind a mule in dirt like this. Barefooted. Yes. He plowed without shoes. I can understand why. I wanted to take my shoes off and walk out in a field. I didn’t. But maybe next time….
Oliver Farm has self guided tours where you can read about the old buildings in Pitts, Ga, and find your way to fields of sunflowers in all stages, a cypress habitat, and lots of fresh air.