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.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Y'all

Either "y'all" has both a plural and singular form, or the entire south is schizophrenic.  I prefer to believe the former, but I greatly fear its the latter.  There's, "Y'all get off the porch!", and there's, "Y'all's crazy!".  See, what I mean?

1 comment:

i beati said...

Many blessings this holiday You all!!!