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 08, 2009

Local State Park Lake


The Divine Miss N and I spent a cloudy Sunday afternoon walking the shoreline of a local lake. She snapped a few pictures of interesting plant growth, colorful mushrooms, tree trunks with character, and scenes from the shoreline. This is one of those. Surrounded by God's beautiful creations, we drank it in and brought home a sampling, in pictures and in our hearts.

There's just no other I want to be with, nor place I'd rather be, than with Miss N, right here, beneath the Carolina moon.

2 comments:

i beati said...

exquisite the foliage and the divine miss n I assume..

i beati said...

you are right on my wild azalea and I love the honesuckle so much - it's home to me.