Monday, April 02, 2007

Southland in the Springtime


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 by 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,
When I'm home again to spend my favorite season
(When God make me born a Yankee, he was teasin')
There's no place like home, and none more pleasin'
Than the Southland in the springtime.
- Indigo Girls

[I wasn't born a yankee, but all the rest is true! true! true!] See:



peach trees stitched across the land
(on the verge of bloom, which is always spectacular)
[and to the people driving behind me: I'm sorry if I scared you when I whipped out my camera while driving and began taking photos out of both driver and passenger windows.
repeatedly.]

My blogging silence has been because I was in Georgia for several days, on retreat. I tell you the truth, there is nothing like the Southland in the springtime. My retreat was dang good too.

This is a busy week for me, typically the busiest of my year, so I will be silent a tad more before I show a few things I've made in the last two weeks. Big thanks for the great props y'all gave me for my fun jammy pants. I have loved wearing them!

In the meantime, a few more shots of God's country.




And to those of you like me, for whom these are the holiest of days, blessed Holy Week (or Happy Passover!) to you.

7 comments:

Stacey said...

What a wonderful post! I live in Barnesville, and I see things like your pictures everyday. It truly is a blessing!

Songbird said...

Love your pictures! This is the one time of year I miss living in Virginia, land of my birth.

Becka the Spoiled Knitter said...

Loving your photos...our cherry tree is blooming in the front yard and azaleas are everywhere...so true, so true, nothing like the South!

Rachel said...

I'm a fan of spring here in my part of the world too, but if nothing else those southern folk get it a heck of a lot earlier than I do here! I'm glad you got to enjoy it!

Alisha said...

What beautiful photos.

Glad the retreat was good!!

mames said...

glad you are back! the south is the one area i have missed out on seeing in all our travels around. maybe i'll make it to the peach state with husband and beans in tow...i love how ray charles sings of it.

Ellen said...

I moved to Kentucky right out of college to marry my husband. Our first house was way out in the country outside Bowling Green. We bought it in winter and always wondered, "Hmm, what are those funny plants by the side of the driveway?" Our first Easter there, they all burst into bloom - irises! Hundreds and hundreds of irises alongside our 1/2 mile long gravel driveway! I will allways associate irises with Easter (and the magnolia trees, and the redbuds, etc.)