"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.