Today as I went for my daily run the air was thick with Jasmine and the Magnolias lay heavy within the branches of the trees. There was no need for the blaring of my I- pod as the various species of birds filled my ears with their own delicate songs.
Spring time in the South is like no other and I feel so blessed to be able to witness all of its splendid glory. Being allowed to wake up slowly, ramble around the serenity of our home and head outside into such a natural spectacle, is one of my biggest joys. I wouldn’t trade it for any other. I am fortunate to walk out my door with coffee in hand and wander peacefully upon our grounds in admiration over the new buds upon my bougainvilleas or follow the deep scent of my roses to the home of their gardens. It is there that I will dwell and allow myself to reflect upon the words that I will write for the day. My children are grown and my days are now mine to do with what I wish. I have slowed down. Nature has nurtured me into a woman who is at peace with herself and her surroundings. There is no longer the need to fly through the day at a frantic pace. I remember those days with a smile, as I sit with my laptop upon my lap. My romantic southern days are long-lasting. I am in no hurry for life to pass me by. So for those of you who have asked me why I chose this path, it is simply to have the ability to occasionally look up from the stories that I write and admire the flutter of the butterflies outside my window.
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