April 03, 2007
Southland In The Springtime
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Even though autumn is my very favorite season and I can't for the life of me figure out the attraction of boiled peanuts, it's a damn fine time to be alive down h'ayhr.
Even though autumn is my very favorite season and I can't for the life of me figure out the attraction of boiled peanuts, it's a damn fine time to be alive down h'ayhr.
In Georgia nights are softer than a whisper
Beneath a quilt somebody's mother made by hand
With the farmland like a tapestry passed down through generations
And the peach trees stitched across the land
There'll be cider up near Helen off the roadside
And boiled peanuts in a bag to warm your fingers
And the smoke from the chimneys meets its maker in the sky
With a song that winter wrote whose melody lingers
And there's something 'bout the southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I'm gone
It won't ever be too long
Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season
When God made me born a Yankee he was teasin'
There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
Than the southland in the springtime
Labels: music, seasons, The South
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It is lovely. I've never really lived anyplace with Spring before. Up in the Northeast there's a couple of weeks before summer where the snow is melty and brown, and that's it.
I also don't understand boiled peanuts.
I also don't understand boiled peanuts.
I gotta post some of my pics from Charleston, particularly from the Magnolia Gardens. Spring is springing there, and it's spectacular.
Good to have you back, btw.
Good to have you back, btw.
Boiled Peanuts?
I thought that was a modern legend, like a compassionate conservative.
They sound soggy.
Ook ook
PS: Living in SoCal we don't get "seasons" - we get wet or dry. It's been dry lately, *ptooo*
I thought that was a modern legend, like a compassionate conservative.
They sound soggy.
Ook ook
PS: Living in SoCal we don't get "seasons" - we get wet or dry. It's been dry lately, *ptooo*
Those are lovely pictures and the poem or song is great. This is our fourth Spring in southland and it still takes my breath away.
I miss the south in springtime...the azaleas...the crepe myrtles....the gardenias.
But, yeah, boiled peanuts are one thing I never understood. They taste like friggin' beans! WHY is this a fantastic snack?
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But, yeah, boiled peanuts are one thing I never understood. They taste like friggin' beans! WHY is this a fantastic snack?
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