The storm starts, when the drops start dropping
When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping.
~ Dr. Seuss
As far as storms go, Andrea didn’t turn out to be too bad for us here at the Wabi-Sabi Ranch. A check this morning showed that we had about 2 inches of rain during her visit. I’m not sure why it’s still raining today, but it is.
In addition to the rain, the air is very warm. It’s a bit like living in the tropics.
I didn’t factor in tropical storms and hurricanes when making my list of pros and cons of living on the Eastern Shore. I don’t know how I missed that, especially in view of the fact that we saw some of the damage caused by last year’s Hurricane Sandy when we were touring the area and looking for a house.
Well, I did say this would be a new adventure, “adventure” being the key word in this thought.
Summer in the deep South is not only a season, a climate, it’s a dimension. Floating in it, one must be either proud or submerged.
~ Eugene Walter
The Eastern Shore of Maryland, although south of the Mason-Dixon Line, is hardly the Deep South. Yet it does have some elements of it.
There is the physical atmosphere. The heat, the humidity, and the insects, oh my.
I think there is a southern mentality here as well. I don’t necessarily hear it in the speech (accents), although there is such a mix of accents that it’s not unusual to hear the voice of Virginia or North Carolina. It’s more in the behavior, the slowness, the attitude that things will happen in good time.
I sometimes find myself getting impatient with the leisureliness. It’s a lesson I learned before, but have forgotten. A long time ago, early in our marriage, M and I lived in South Carolina. After about two years of living there, I was speaking with family up north and my aunt was talking so fast that I had to ask her to slow down because I couldn’t understand her. She replied that she was going to ask me to speak faster as she found the drawl I’d acquired too slow. I explained that it’s hot in the south so everything moves slowly, even the tongue. She said it’s cold in the north and no one has time to stand around speaking slowly when all you want to do is get indoors and warm up.
And that’s my story for this rainy Saturday. Thank you for stopping by. Perhaps you have a short story of your own you’d like to share. Have you moved around a lot? A little? Or not at all? I have to admit that I sometimes envy people who have rooted where they were born. It must be a wonderful feeling to have such a deep feeling of home. I think those of us who move around have to find a way to carry home with us, usually in our hearts.
Be good, be kind, be loving, Just Be. 🙂