Lying in the grass with a dog, a glass of wine (or two), and
the shining moon, watching the fireflies lit away. There’s nothing quite like a Southern Summer
Night.
After the pie-making, the heat of the day, the tears, the
cuteness of a child, the companionship of a sister, and the sweat, it is a
lovely relief.
Ok, ok, there was also a bat flitting around in that
Tennessee-Williams-esque night. But
nature gives us all of these things - the coolness of the night, the dog, the
moon, the wine, the bugs and the bats. The bats are unpleasant, maybe a bit
off-putting, but they are true. It is
reality. Reality sometimes bites. (OMG
with the puns already, I know.)
The night, so lovely… and the bats. Sweet and bitter.
Maybe it was the Southern Summer Night. But it sure felt right.
There’s a song that goes along with these images. But it doesn’t exactly fit the sentiment and
I’ve been doing too many songs-with-posts lately, so I’ll just link to “Maybe
it was Memphis” here. You can listen and enjoy the 90s’ styles (a la country
music) if you so choose – at one point there’s an oversized plaid shirt, big
bangs, and a cotton field y’all. I do love this song, fyi. Pam Tillis is
feeling it, too. (If you don’t watch it now, I don’t know what to say. I did what I could.)
You should for-def check out this blog for visual and
quote-y inspiration though.
Be inspired and go, inspire.
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