I have this beautiful little book entitled:
I feel like sharing some of my favorite thoughts.
(and so it is indeed)
From cotton fields to sunflower fields…My South was where your hands and your name were sometimes all you had….we learned to use both of them wisely.
My South has big families where everyone remembers everyone else’s birthday.
If you know anything about kudzu, you know it is a blessing and a curse!
The road that took us home for so many years, until one day it didn’t, and sometimes, one really can’t go back. Bittersweet memories…forever….forward~
From our house to the main road, and where we boarded the school bus was 2.8 miles long. A narrow country/dirt road bordered on each side with trees and the railroad tracks on one side…wild roses grew amongst the trees from end to end.
Midway on this route, I and my first cousin had a Fort (built from limbs, boards and other scavenger finds…from time to time we would decide to spend the day in our fort instead of going to school. ( We were 8/9 years old and tomboy to the core.)
That didn’t last long, the teacher ratted us out and the rest is history I just as soon forget!
Some 70 years later, the wild roses are still growing on my grandparents’ home-place.
I’m still partial to wild roses.
God Bless this land…America!