Sourthern Spring …Lovin Life

Now look, I totally realize northern people are human and subject to all the successes and failures we Southern folks are.

I hope I don’t insult anyone when I remark on the direction you come from.

Truth is, we just do it differently. Do what?

Everything!! And it’s not exactly WHAT we do, but how we do it!

Who would wake up at 6 am, get coffee, stagger outdoors in a shortie pajama outfit, toting a magazine in one hand and coffee in the other, and lay down in a damp hammock?

Me!!

Who would jump out of said hammock, toss out the coffee, and run halfway across the yard because they saw a really big worm to use as bait for, maybe, a blue catfish?

Me!!

Who would sic the dogs on a stranger who happened to be legitimately in a neighbor’s yard, while still wearing the pajamas, toting a coffee cup with a worm in it and wearing one flip flop because the worm might get away and I didn’t have time to put on both flip flops?

Me!!

Who would look out across the yard at the pretty flowers, the flowing river, and the dirty, banged up car in the drive, and say “Thankee Lord!” out loud, then open the garage door to be sure all my yard sale items were undisturbed? (A true Southern girl would never let a hat get crushed!)

Me!!

These are the kinds of Southern mornings I have, and love. I am still half asleep, don’t know (or much care) what I am doing or have done, but I love them.

The air is crisp, the birds are a sanging, the dogs are fighting on the porch, neighbors are peaking out their windows, wondering how much my husband has to put up with before he decides to commit me.

I know there is beauty up “north”. I know those people love pretty sunrises and sunsets, and are thankful for what they have. I know they face good and bad things the same as “we” do.

I just like to think we do it with more style. More Southern style, that is.

Happy Spring, every one of you Southerners, who, like me, think we are special in many ways.

Get out there and plant something, suck on a honeysuckle bloom, fight a carpenter bee to the death, sit by water somewhere, anywhere, and catch a fish. If it’s a turtle, just let it go back in the water. We may be Southern, but we ain’t stupid!

Carry a stick around, in case you see a snake…Do this so you can throw down the stick and run like hell, cuss like a sailor, call your husband at work, and all your friends, just to tell them about it. (A Southern girl never sees a small snake, they are all as big as, at least, a baseball bat.)

Smell the wisteria. Wash that car that hasn’t seen a water hose all winter. Take the kids on a long walk and watch them sweat and complain. It won’t hurt them one bit, I promise. Threaten them with all things Southern if they don’t finish the walk. Tell them, “My Momma would have made me cut a switch.” Deibert Park will do just fine. Take a few pics, too, while you are at it.

Enjoy watching our Southern world change from brown and gray to green , red, yellow, white, blue, lavender, orange….all the colors that cause your southern eyes to be happy.

Now, I must go rub some self action tanner over all these scratches on my legs. I got them from being a Southern, outdoor loving girl….much like all of you. Bless our hearts………………