Autumn in the South
This is the atraction of southern living. The 5 months of the year that the weather is perfect. Late February to mid-May, and again from late September through early December. Dry, 50's at night, 70's & 80's during the day. Light breeze. This is why people stay here.
posted by 2Evil4U | 10/10/2005 10:33:00 AM
10 Comments:
Sounds wonderful! Now if we just knew someone who would be willing to have guests! (Of course we would work for room and board, that's a given!) :-D (That's supposed to be laughter.)
Give us a few more months to allow all of the extended family, a.k.a. refugees, to go back home and the house will be open for more guests!
Ahhh, that Southern Comfort... errrr... Hospitality!
I would like to call your attention to the 'Dry' description of the season including Feb-April... See post in early March 2006.
Oui, oui, jeune homme! Formidable!
Yes, Yes! Thought ya was cussin' me until I googled 'jeune homme'. Returned quite an iteresting poem...
Young man
Oh! to lay down me quietly
During infinite hours!
And I was however your lover
At the time of the abandonments which you deny.
You lie too much! Any woman lies.
To play with the ironies,
With the cold lapse of memory, it is charming.
Me, I kiss your blessed hands.
I keep silent myself. I go in the night
Cemetery calms where shone
The moon on the brown ground.
Six balls of my revolver
Will send to me under the green grass
To forget your eyes and the moon
Oh yuk! Now you've ruined it! What a miserable poem! (It almost seems like a very poor translation of some oddball French poet!)
Damn. Isn't it just like reality to seem like... reality! Sorry for the off colour translation. Can't speak a word of French, Oui, French. Therfore I have to translate. Sorry about the failure to acknowledge... Charles CROS (1842-1888)
(Collection: The collar of claws)...
I'll have to look him up! Have to see if the rest of his stuff is worth looking at! Seems doubtful but still he may just be one of the "Poets of the damned" as they called them in French Lit!
Charles Cros... Not just a poet.. An engineer before his time.
OK! Amomymous from now on!
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