“I know this place like I know the calluses on my hands.” LandscapeSmall TownFarmingEnvironmentalismNature S BeautySmall Town LifePhilosophical MusingsSouthern FictionFarm LifeNature WritingEnvironmental ValuesSouthern LitSouthern LiteratureLandscapes Of The Heart Book:Dogwood Blues Source: Dogwood Blues
“With red clay between my toes, and the sun setting over my head, the ghost of my mother blows in, riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord, riding on a honeysuckle breeze.” MotherPoetryGhostClayHoneysuckleSouthern Literature Author:Brenda Sutton Rose
“Although I wasn't there to bear witness, I imagine Lot's wife scanned the masses for her children. Perhaps she sought out the curves of their mouths and the shapes of their faces, trying to memorize her children, grown now. She looked back as I and any strong, loving mother would have done.” MotherhoodMother S LoveSouthern FictionSouthern LitSouthern Literature Book:Dogwood Blues Source: Dogwood Blues
“At 2:00 sharp on the afternoon of his internment, with his body resting in a casket in the front room of his home, the pallbearers--all bridge players--stuck a deck of cards in Mr. Hampton's cold hands, shut the lid over his head, and played bridge.” HumorBridgeSouthern FictionSouthern LitSouthern LiteratureSouthern HumorBridge PlayingCard Playing Book:Dogwood Blues Source: Dogwood Blues