Summer is my favorite time to visit the South, I adore the heat. A long and feverish season when the air is so heavy and thick, you wear it like a cloak. When the smell of ditch weeds and tobacco fields swirls through open windows with each lethargic sigh of the breeze. When the Osage and Magnolia envelope the landscape, speaking softly to all of nature as if to encourage its survival during the impoverished months. It is a world all its own.....
The nectorious sweet tea, peach produce stands, parched red clay, eternal.
The white craftsmen houses, oversized front porches, firefly performances at dusk, so enduring.
The weeping shadow of catalpas, the drawl, the music....a world without end, amen.
Clearly I had a lovely weekend letting it all soak into my soul. And by the time Monday blew in I was overflowing, and ready to get home to my Ryan and Teddy.
This is beautiful. I SO enjoy reading your writing. Glad you had such an amazing weekend. Can't wait to see you. Less than a week!
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