Fall \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Samhain Moon<\/p>\n
Flying from the heat of southern Georgia to the rainy chill of the northern exurbs of the Twin Cities gives a sense of the size of this country and its diversity. \u00a0Being in Georgia, in so many ways, felt like being in a different country. \u00a0It was hot. \u00a0Peaches and pecans graced billboards and grocery store shelves. \u00a0The Walking Dead seemed only a hedge away off Highway 75. \u00a0The military and African-Americans were visible in numbers. \u00a0Southern cooking was not a cookbook, but a way of life. \u00a0The stars and bars flew on pick-up trucks, rusted or not, with dog or not. \u00a0And there was, lingering there in the heated air, a faint rebel yell, a sign the Civil War (an oxymoron I just realized) was not over.<\/p>\n
The rain and news of frost gladden my heart as do the russet and gold in our woods, the leaf pocked yard. \u00a0The fallow time has begun and this gardener, for one, is glad. \u00a0It was a wonderful, but busy growing season.<\/p>\n
Good to be home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Fall \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Samhain Moon Flying from the heat of southern Georgia to the rainy chill of the northern exurbs of the Twin … Continue reading A Different Country<\/span>