Here in the South, there are quite a few constants. SEC fans bleed the colors of their teams. My blood is Maroon and White, if you must know. Food is best when all the fat, calories and starches are included. Football, high school, college and pro, trumps all. 'Bubba' is the name of at least fifty percent of men. Trailer parks are magnets for tornadoes. Red dirt stains everything it touches. Magnolia trees and blossoms grow best in high temperatures and humidity. And kudzu is just waiting for us to stop fighting it.
When I was in first grade, my mother told me that the field of kudzu next door was 'where the snakes lived'. She thought that would keep me out of it. As I am still here that means that it worked. I'm still not sure if that is true, but I'm not willing to take the chance. Driving home this evening I thought it would be a 'hoot' (a favorite phrase of my favorite NC mountain girl) if I started a blog on kudzu and the peculiarities and delights of Southern life. Is this an original idea? I'm not sure, but I thought I'd take the chance.
Hope you enjoy. If you do, please comment. If you don't, please don't comment. If you have ideas for posts, write them in the comments.
I like it. Keep it up. I heard a country song today about the "simple ways of a southern man". Don't usually listen to country and don't know who sang it, but wasn't bad.
ReplyDeleteThat would be Alan Jackson. Dr Phil, I know way too much about things that mean way too little :D
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