they have several little saw mills around here that saw nothing but cedar, you talk about smelling good when you go down there,
there used to be a community called peanut north of us about 3 miles, everybody moved away and it grew up into the forrest, they say the only thing there is an old saw mill, no roads in or out to it now.
the fella that cuts and bales our hay makes sorghum, he has the old rig that his granddad had, it is one that runs by mule power, tommy has put on an electric motor now and still uses it every year, he has about 3 acres of cane planted this year. everybody that knew his granddad says it was the best sorghum they ever had, Tommy says when his granddad was cookin it, he wouldn't let anybody near, so nobody reallly knows exactly how he made it. Tommy says his is not as good as his granddad. or dads.