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.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Tea Anyone?


A few blocks from the office, I found this naughty tea rose, peeking through the picket fence and inviting passers by into the garden for tea.

We've had quiet a number of early bloomers in the rose families this year. The wild running whites are presently starting to bloom, as are blackberry canes. As usual, we are having a cool snap. There's always a cool snap when the blackberries bloom, here beneath the Carolina moon.

Posted by Dread, who looks forward to summer blackberry cobbler, and vanilla ice cream.
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