Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Dem Bones in the South
The weather today is in the low 60's. There is a brisk chill in the air and I feel it in my bones.
Here in the South, we like to sit on the front porch in our rocking chairs. Rocking back and forth, back and forth. I'm not sure why but it's what we do.
We sit and rock and listen to banjo music and we chew the fat with our friends. Randy the Scarecrow sits in the other rocker. He rocks back and forth, back and forth. Randy the Scarecrow is a great listener. He doesn't say much so I have to chew so much fat that I'm simply bone tired.
I'll never forget when a few years ago, the landscapers were pulling out a tree stump and they suddenly noticed you-know-who. They kept mumbling "La Muerta La Muerta" over and over. She didn't mind. She's a bit of a diva.
Please watch your step so not to trip on the bones in the garden.
As you leave our tour, watch out for the large oak tree. He's been known to grab visitors by the hair. He doesn't mean any harm... He just has no sense of personal space. He's currently in therapy to help him get to the root of the problem.
One day very soon, stop by for a cup of hot cider and tour the inside of the cottage. If you dare...