Pull up a chair, kick off your shoes and sit for a while on the Back Porch. Ponder the sites, chew on the words and laugh if the feeling moves you. Savor the cool breeze, enjoy the smell of sweet olive, jasmine and fresh cut grass. Join us for a tall glass of ice cold sweet tea. ✿⁀⋱‿✻‿.•⁀❀”˜ƸӜƷ˜”❀⁀⋱‿✻‿.•⁀✿
Thursday, May 8, 2014
A Balmy Night on the Balcony
The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and
slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as
possible.” ~ E. A. Bucchianeri,
from brushstrokes of a gadfly.•
´♥¨`*•✿(ˆ◡ˆ)✿~Back at the Condo in Orange Beach,
Alabama. Stress rolls from my temples, over my
shoulders and down my neck. The drive through Loxley, Alabama is like a portal
between 2 worlds.
Past the farmers stands with Sunset colored Alabama Peaches, Silver King Corn wrapped in Silk to the roadside boiled peanut stands mixed with blank farmer’s fields and a feeling of “coming back”.
But that “I’ve passed this way before” feeling overcomes and warms me.
A balmy breeze glides by the hairs
on the back of my neck. Deep breaths between contented sighs.
The rain sheens from across the Back Bay where they are under a deluge of wet.
Hear dampness whispering “You are
blessed. You are blessed”.