Late Afternoon Thunderstorms

The long lazy southern summer is upon us. Every where you turn there is another sign. Late afternoon thunderstorms. Cicadas mating sounds echoing off the trees.  The thickening of the air with every breath you take.

I firmly believe it is the summers that truly turn someone southern. Something about the thick air, the front porch swinging with a paper fan and glass of sweet tea, that just changes your soul. The long conversations with friends as you suck the head of the spicy crawfish. Your bare feet on the cold summer grass as the kids run outside to play kick the can before the street lights turn on.

Just thinking of my summer evenings makes me weak at the knees. The warm caress of the summer evening wraps itself around me as I walk down my quiet neighborhood road breathing in the quiet whispers of the night.

I have a torrid love affair with the south as you all know. It is one of those passionate relationships that is either ecstasy or turmoil. Almost an addiction. No matter how bad the south treats me, I just cannot seem to walk away. I yearn for her even more. I want those wide open spaces, and beds of wild bluebonnets the dixie chicks always sing of. Just not the cowboy that comes with it.

 

41 thoughts on “Late Afternoon Thunderstorms

  1. My Southern-ness is through my mother. I was born in Texas, but raised in the North by a Belle. I still remember sitting on a hill behind my grandfather’s house in Atlanta, learning how to spit watermelon seeds. They laughed at us in Illinois when we put salt on our watermelon. Ok, you’ve officially made me weepy and wistful. Thanks!

  2. Eh cowboys are from Texas, and they just wish they were southern like we’re southern. They’re desert southern, we’re swamp and beach southern. And start looking for the fireflies! Teach your little girl how to catch them and let them go 🙂

  3. Your usual ability to rivet me to the seat and take over my mind so I feel it all NeverContrary! I know something of this only from such as the Tenesse Williams plays and the movies of them. The weird thing is you make me feel nostalgic for part of a country I’ve never even been to. Of course in the UK we grow up with well over half our movies coming from US and no mean proportion of them from the deep South. I also well appreciate the complete difference between the Texan and Louisana summers – strange to feel you know somewhere when youve never been there! I’ll need to come! By the way I am totaly and dangerously enveloped by Burbon and have discovered Jim Beam is more to my taste than Jack Daniels. Here in UK the bar staff no longer know what a Rye and Dry is. Even an excellent US cruise ship failed to serve American or Canadian Dry with the Rye!

    • Jack Daniels is not my favorite. Although I am eager to try their new honey flavored version. You should add the kentucky bourbon trail to your list of things to do. I have not done it, but I love visiting distilleries. You drive across the state going from one bourbon distillery to another.

  4. ahhh… I pity all those cowboys who have loved you in vain.

    BTW…do you really sit and suck the heads off of things? Ive got a picture of an evil alien in my mind. Disturbing! Please tell me that was a misprint.

    • Yes the poor cowboy hearts I have broken.
      I personally do not suck the crawfish heads, as I do not eat seafood. But most people around here do, so I added it to the story. They go on and on about sucking out the brains of those little helpless mudbugs. Nasty.

  5. Reblogged this on johndwmacdonald and commented:

    johndwm

    May 23, 2012 at 10:01 pm

    The usual ability of NeverContrary to rivet me to the seat and take over my mind so I feel it all! I know something of this only from such as the Tenesse Williams plays and the movies of them. The weird thing is you make me feel nostalgic for part of a country I’ve never even been to. Of course in the UK we grow up with well over half our movies coming from US and no mean proportion of them from the deep South. I also well appreciate the complete difference between the Texan and Louisana summers – strange to feel you know somewhere when youve never been there! I’ll need to come!

  6. Muggy and cicadas just go together. They’re telling us, “Weeeaaaaaaaaa…it’s gonna be really hot…just you wait…wwwwweeeeeaaaa.” Oh yeah. Summer’s practically here already.

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