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 05, 2008

Southern Sidewalk Sideline


This row of late bloomers was along the curb on my route to work.

Have the best day you can today. What else can I say? It's Monday. It was a really nice easy weekender though, and I actually got a few things done.

Posted by Dread who's trying to figure in a vacation to his schedule and budget.
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1 comment:

i beati said...

homesick for these flowers sigh

5:13 AM, May 06, 2008

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