It is tradition.
Sorghum boiling over a wood fire. Open table that fills and refills with shared food through out the day. Laughter. Foot tappin', Singin', Music,goes on past twilight until the sorghum is true molasses. The fire that felt hot with the sun during the day draws friends together as the cool moist delicious air circles us at twilight.
Blessed to be part of this community. Fall is here officially in my world,even though the calendar says we have a few more days.