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.

Monday, April 28, 2008

An Official Flower


Even though most of the blooms had faded and drooped on this Yellow Jasmine, the official, state flower of South Carolina, this wall of vine and few remaining trumpets were not to be passed up for the camera's eye. I hope to plant some Yellow Jasmine in my new garden. More on the new garden later. An official flower; that's about as formal as it get's here beneath the Carolina moon.


Posted by Dread, who's planning and scheming about the new garden spot.
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