"Oh lord forgive us when we doubt Another sacred Sunday in the south... Just another Sunday, oh, oh"
Sunday's in The South, spent langly thinkin' of days past baskin' in the glow of family and frans. The warmth and love the South brings. We rise early for church. Saturday is gone. Not to be spoken of, unless your team won. It's like the Kasey Musgraves song, "and it don't matter if you don't believe, come Sunday morning, you best be there in the front row like your supposed to." Guess it's a good thing I'm a believer. Afternoon asleep as the suns childishly peeks through the shutters. Momma's cookin' sits on the stove. A few Sunday's past I did just that. The sun began to hide amongst the trees. The very trees that hung so low. The Fall breeze wantin' to come out and play. Such perfect weather for a Sunday afternoon wit the sister. A casserole lay in the oven. Family scattered around the house sleep. We snuck away. Away to where those trees hung low and that sun hide.
Come back tomorrow and see what I fried with the Pecans we picked.
There was a time in my life where I live in a parsonage surrounded by 7 pecan trees. Your post reminded me of this time.
ReplyDeleteI have to say I'm enjoying the crisp Charlotte mornings compared to the sleet and freezing rain back in my hometown of Columbus, OH. Hard to believe we've been here 4 years and I laughed at southerns saying how cold 45 degrees felt. Now I'm one of them!
ReplyDeleteLove those boots in the first picture!
ReplyDeletePicking pecans definitely reminds me of late summer/early fall in my grandparents' front yard. I miss those times!
ReplyDeleteI love living in the south! I also love that Kacey Musgraves song. What gorgeous pictures!
ReplyDeleteYou showed your face! That makes this a great post. :-) Plus, pecans.
ReplyDeleteMy parents have a big pecan tree in their back yard. These pics remind me of home.
ReplyDeletechristy H.