Romanced by the South.

I am romanced by the South. Where the South Carolina peaches are juicy and the sweet tea overflows. Where a gentleman’s hospitality is in abundance, like, Moses parting the Red Sea whenever a lady approaches any door, from the left side, the right side, and down the middle. Where lyrics about his dog running away and his woman coming back are heartfelt, and heard through every speaker. And where a little green gecko has stolen my heart. Is this romance going to be enough? You can take a girl out the city, but can you take the city out the girl? I don’t know.

I don’t know…

Can a Baptist preacher’s Jewish daughter, writing about love moments, can she be embraced here, be wrapped in the slow motion tempo? I think so. Look how pretty the wildflowers have bloomed. Mmm mmm… And a smile around every corner. Anyway.

Are there enough vegan options here. And will I see kitty cats in windows saying hello. And can I slow my mol-asses down. I do not know.

And what the swamp rabbit trails are those fuchsia fluffy flowers over yonder. They are Persian Silk Trees. Cover me in humid dewy drops…

Oh, I am being romanced by the South alright. Lord have mercy. I’m having my sweet tutu romanced right off me (insert ellipsis).

Ay, ay, ay… Oh, my, and oh, sugar. Color me full of excitement.

Romanced by the South.