Spring is Springing! Part 1

 My driveway

 Miniature yellow roses in the backyard

 The blooms on the blueberry bush!

 The grapevine... maybe I'll try to make homemade wine this year.

 The pear tree looking much better this year.

Pretty little flowers

We live in Jax's grandmothers old house.  You may remember me mentioning that we are remodeling it.  Very slowly.  Anyway, she was an avid gardener.  Our yard has so many different kinds of flowers that bloom at different times.  Everything is SO pretty.  But my absolute favorite is the Tea Olive Tree.  If you are ever in the market for a pretty tree that blooms year around and smells fantastic, get a Tea Olive.  Delightful.

Okay, so this is part one.  IF I can ever get my slow computer to upload the pics, there will be a part two!

So A Guy Walks Out of A Bar

And falls down.  Well, actually the woman with him fell down.  And then he fell down.

It was cool and raining, but I promise there was no ice in sight.  The woman's feet flew out from under her, as if she was walking across a frozen lake.  The guy... well, I'm pretty sure that he began leaning as he watched her fall, and just kept leaning.  Until he completed a full face plant into the ground.

Jax, the gentleman he is, tried to help them up.  Their doggie bag of chicken wings were scattered with a few lone wings floating in the pooled water.  They finally both managed to grip the little wall between the porch and the parking lot.  And let me tell you, they were holding on for dear life.

The woman was crying.  A big, 'ole, ugly cry.  The man slipped back down the wall.  Looking for something?  Perhaps.  And then there went his lady friend.  They sat in the water, with sheets of rain pouring down on them, for about 15 minutes.  As I sipped my drink, I watched.

The man finally got up.  And he cranked up his truck.

The situation suddenly wasn't funny anymore.  I went into the bar and spoke with the bartenders- who it turned out had served them 23 shots, and I'm going to assume that was NOT per person.  The bartenders just stared at me like I'd grown another head when I told them that the couple was seemingly going to attempt to drive off in their current state.  Even the owner of the bar acted like he couldn't have cared less.

Finally, the bar manager went outside after them.  He took their keys. 

I am not sure when I have been so disappointed in someone else's morals or ethics or whatever.  Forget that the bar owner could have been sued if, or more likely WHEN, there had been an accident.  I am completely dumbfounded by the fact that anyone could stand there and watch someone so completely trashed get behind the wheel of a car. 

Stopping them from driving out of that parking lot was purely selfish on my part.  Because one day one of my loved ones may be on the road when a drunk leaves a bar.

Where I Come From

I'm from Smalltown, South Carolina.  For those of you who don't know where this is, it is near Charleston.  Sometimes I hate it.  But then there are days when I'm driving home after work and the sun is setting through the trees causing rays of warm sunlight to filter down.  It really is beautiful.  I am thankful for these moments when I can stop to appreciate something so simple. 

Fall evenings are spent gathered around a fire pit with an ice cold beer or maybe a glass of red wine.

Neighbors will give you homemade bread or sweets just because.

We love monograms... a lot.

Snow is a big deal.  We find it utterly delightful.  And we enjoy it until it is merely dirty slush covering the frozen ground.

We wait all year for football season to come around and share it with our closest friends and family- even those that we only see during this special time of year.

The beach is a safe haven and the river is our waterpark. 

Sunday mornings were made for strolling through the yard with a cup of coffee before getting ready for church.

Nowhere is more peaceful than sitting on the front porch in a rocking chair and listening to nature.  The rocking chairs are nicely complimented by coffee or wine, depending on the time of day.

The smell of fresh cut grass can rejuvinate you after a long day.

Christmas is celebrated with huge gatherings.  Everyone comes together and remembers those that are no longer with us, toasts old friends, and promises to not let life get in the way of seeing each other more often.

People will smile and say good morning/afternoon or ask how you are doing even if they have never laid eyes on you before.

It is so easy to stop and pick out these tiny little details of life, but most days we are too busy with the day to day.  This is where I come from.  And I'm proud to say that it is a part of who I am.