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, May 12, 2008

A Southern Mystery (Just not exciting)


We southerners don't always let on right up front with everything we know. Keeping a little something in reserve frequently proves useful, and lets those who would be your enemy perhaps underestimate your potential. Yes, we do sometimes lead damnyankees on to think we're rather stupid, and then have a good snicker after they leave. It's not an admirable thing to do, but you gotta find entertainment wherever you can.

At any rate, and not to be mean spirited or smug, I decided to not tell what this bloom is. Why not let people guess or look it up? Yes, I know what it is, I have them on the property, and have grown up with them. You don't usually see them near the ground like this one though. Normally they are 50 to 75 feet up in the top of a tree. That's your hint. The question is what kind of common tree, that grows here beneath the Carolina moon, has this spring flower?


Posted by Dread who's hunting a new part for the Borg HVAC unit in the house, to get it cooling again.

1 comment:

Jennifer said...

Why that would be a Liriodendron tulipfera, otherwise known as Tulip Poplar (to those whose parents did not "waste" {their words not mine} money sending them to the finest horticulture institute in the state). OR you could call them the largest living lightening rod. :)