Honeysuckle vines, Magnolia and Catalpa trees, and every Tea Rose known to man are all blooming. It's the sweet breath of a Carolina summer begining. I don't know when the official first day of summer is, but magnolia blooms are enough of a sign for me to say, it's here! I feel a trip to the coast coming on!
Boys and girls can you spell R O A D T R I P ?
I wanna feel sand between my toes, and dance on the beach, beneath the Carolina moon.
I wanna smell fresh shrimp cooking, just off the boat.
I wanna feel the balmy breeze, sent from the Bahamas wafting of tropical blooms, and palm blossoms.
I wanna taste low country food, authentic and rich, with back room kitchen, family secret, ingredients.
I want local roasted coffee that is the best in the world.
I want to stand flat footed on earth that holds over 300 years of MY heritage.
Only there between the sky and the sea, and the land, and the hills, do I feel all the bloods that course my veins.
It takes a special place for a part Native American, part Scott, part Georgia convict, and part alligator, to feel at home. On the coast, beneath the Carolina moon, barefoot among the sea oats, I feel at home. Someday, I'm going to the coast and not come back until the day after doomsday!
Posted by Dread, who's charging up the digi-cam and packing shorts. More when I return.
Boys and girls can you spell R O A D T R I P ?
I wanna feel sand between my toes, and dance on the beach, beneath the Carolina moon.
I wanna smell fresh shrimp cooking, just off the boat.
I wanna feel the balmy breeze, sent from the Bahamas wafting of tropical blooms, and palm blossoms.
I wanna taste low country food, authentic and rich, with back room kitchen, family secret, ingredients.
I want local roasted coffee that is the best in the world.
I want to stand flat footed on earth that holds over 300 years of MY heritage.
Only there between the sky and the sea, and the land, and the hills, do I feel all the bloods that course my veins.
It takes a special place for a part Native American, part Scott, part Georgia convict, and part alligator, to feel at home. On the coast, beneath the Carolina moon, barefoot among the sea oats, I feel at home. Someday, I'm going to the coast and not come back until the day after doomsday!
Posted by Dread, who's charging up the digi-cam and packing shorts. More when I return.
2 comments:
now I'm jealous - have a blast!!
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