posted on Feb, 14 2012 @ 09:57 PM
Home is here in the South, and more specifically North Carolina. I have been blessed enough to have traveled to a lot of places, and as beautiful and
spectacular as they may be... it is always nice to get back to the South and NC.
There is just something about it that is comfortable like an old, well worn sneaker. BBQ pork, sweet iced tea, little country stores and Coke signs,
Cape Hatteras light houses in yards no where near the beach, church signs warning that Jesus is coming soon, banana pudding, the Outer Banks and
steamed crabs and shrimp, Civil War battlefields and markers, and the sporadic obligatory monument with the Confederate soldier, volunteer fire depts
and brunswick stew sales, people that say "Y'all" and "Darling", Andy Griffith Show, fried chicken, Texas Pete Hot Sauce, and knowing that Jesus
actually used a bass boat and that when He fed the 5000 with fish, Healso served french fries, slaw, and hush puppies... with tarter sauce.
Even more so are old farm houses and old homesteads. I have been to more than a few, and the old homesteads feel like home. I know where every shed
and out building is. I know the layout of the house, the smells, the muddied paths off the back porch, it's as if I lived there in some past life.
My favorites are the preserved cabins and homesteads up on the Blue ridge Parkway... I stop and wander around them and they are like old friends...
family really. Each crevice and crack in the chinked log walls is like the sweet smiling face of a favorite aunt or grandma.
These bonds are so great, I actually bought and refurbished an old 150 year olfd farmstead. I built barns and sheds in the traditional style and with
rough cut lumber. Many people that visit can't tell the old buildings from the new. Most describe it as being comfortable... like grandma could come
around a corner any moment with an apron drawn up full of just picked peaches.
Home for me is rising in the morning with coffee perking, the smell of a wood stove, bacon frying, and roosters crowing as light is just breaking in
the east... just above the ridge line.