Dellie, and most of the tobacco farmers in her community, believed in cultivating and hoeing their tobacco three times. She liked her rows to be clean of weeds. There is a rhythm to hoeing - slow and steady, pulling dirt around the plant, careful not to nick the stalk. It can be meditative, lost in the repetition. Perhaps, if you’re lucky, you’ll find an arrowhead, suddenly visible on the surface, where it’s laid hidden for hundreds of years.