Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Just, Jury & Joy are "J" words for Today


Today's post is copying Clare's habit of daily recoginzing Three Beautiful Things.

Just watching the Devine Miss N napping on my new sofa, looking so relaxed and comfy.

Jury rigging two cheap shelf kits between the kitchen and dining areas in my new apartment, suprising myself with the great creative results.

Joy can be found in something as simple as a picnic lunch shared on the floor.

And to think that I found it all in one place, beneath the Carolina moon.

Dread
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Anonymous said...

productivity on a Saturday what a blessing. love the artwork!!!

4:44 PM, January 28, 2007

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