MrsKol
05-10-2002, 03:11 PM
After leaving work at 11pm, here in the South, especially in the spring and early summer, the night air is alive with the fragrance of sweet honeysuckle. It is one of the things I truly love about living in the South.
When I drive into my driveway, I am greeted with a heavenly mixture of roses, lavender and honeysuckle. Such a sweet perfume. Sometimes I go out at night, look at frosty stars and just inhale the the night perfume. My mind goes back to my childhood on the Chesapeake Bay.
During the summer, we would go the marshlands and crab for a better part of the morning. The smell of sweet grass and the musty salty air of the ocean mixed with the ocean silt. The soft breezes lifting the fragrance to your nose, almost like a phantom's wrist waving under your nose, so you can smell the sweet, earthly nard.
While crabbing, you didn't wear shoes, but went barefoot. I can hear the soft squish and sucking sounds of the mud as I walk, when it gets between my toes. I can feel it between my toes now.
After you have made your catch,you to cook it. When the crabs are bright red, you spread them out on the newspaper covered picnic table, armed with knife, melted, herbed butters and a fork, and commence to cracking the shells and pulling out the sweet meat, dipping it into butter and enjoying the nectar that only King Neptune could provide.
When you are finished, early dusk would be here and the new night air would start to load itself with Earth's nard. The mixture of ocean air, damp and finally, honeysuckle. I would inhale it deeply and think how wonderfully blessed it is to be alive.
I think about the book, Song of Songs and the verse, " I am the rose of Sharon", and realize God speaks to us thru the Earth.
When I drive into my driveway, I am greeted with a heavenly mixture of roses, lavender and honeysuckle. Such a sweet perfume. Sometimes I go out at night, look at frosty stars and just inhale the the night perfume. My mind goes back to my childhood on the Chesapeake Bay.
During the summer, we would go the marshlands and crab for a better part of the morning. The smell of sweet grass and the musty salty air of the ocean mixed with the ocean silt. The soft breezes lifting the fragrance to your nose, almost like a phantom's wrist waving under your nose, so you can smell the sweet, earthly nard.
While crabbing, you didn't wear shoes, but went barefoot. I can hear the soft squish and sucking sounds of the mud as I walk, when it gets between my toes. I can feel it between my toes now.
After you have made your catch,you to cook it. When the crabs are bright red, you spread them out on the newspaper covered picnic table, armed with knife, melted, herbed butters and a fork, and commence to cracking the shells and pulling out the sweet meat, dipping it into butter and enjoying the nectar that only King Neptune could provide.
When you are finished, early dusk would be here and the new night air would start to load itself with Earth's nard. The mixture of ocean air, damp and finally, honeysuckle. I would inhale it deeply and think how wonderfully blessed it is to be alive.
I think about the book, Song of Songs and the verse, " I am the rose of Sharon", and realize God speaks to us thru the Earth.