My county is a farm county, so I’m the son of a farmer and a child of the deep, rich soil of Clarendon County, South Carolina.
Most mornings, just before sunrise, I stand sleepily outside our back screen door and watch the world brighten around me to a maizy yellow, the color of corn before it fully ripens underneath the husk growing on a stalk.
In the evening, just before sunset, I wonder wearily outside that same door and watch the tomato-y sun hang on the horizon, the color of a better boy the day we pick it off the vine.
The long day in between is filled with cow milking, egg gathering, school going, weed hoeing, lesson learning, and cow milking again.
The days are good because I have a younger brother named Carver, who, as momma and daddy say, is my pea in the pod.
He is my best friend.
- trevor scott barton, stories for a brown-eyed girl, 2020
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