Ran errands this am and was so pleased to find the air dry and cool, and wispy mare's tail clouds streaked across the sky--a sign of clear weather. My resident mockingbird sang exuberantly from the azalea bushes. Driving down my road saw unmistakable signs of fall--clumps of black eyed susan's, their yellow faces turned up to the sun, and large clumps and stands of golden rod on both sides of the road. Right down from the house three turkey hens crossed the road. They usually fly up when a car approaches, but these crossed at a leisurely trot. Gorgeous beautiful day.
There's a song that goes: "Birds in the sky, you know how I feel; clouds flying high, you know how I feel--feeling good...."  Another reason I was feeling so spiffy was the lab reports I picked up at the clinic--cholesterol, thyroid, sugar, the whole schmear looks good. I don't know how it could have been so good considering the amount of bacon I've eaten. To reward myself I went up to the Sweet Magnolia cafe 20 miles away for lunch. On the buffet, fried chicken, butterbeans, fried corn, turnips and cornbread; etc, etc, sweet tea, all southern food.
Some of the diners were four guys wearing bright orange T-shirts emblazoned MBN in black letters. These are Mississippi Bureau of Narcotics men, probably out looking in the woods for meth labs. Lots of that going on down here. There were linemen from the power company, men from the Mississippi Forestry Commission (who are about to start their bi-annual fall burning of the government woods), the undertaker, the Avon lady, the publisher of the local rag, gas pipeline workers--lots of big tall men. (Except for the Avon lady--she's just big.)
I recall my Texas husband the first time he came to Mississippi and my father and brothers towered over him, remarking that he'd never seen so many big tall men. Don't know why that is, but it is. Bye y'all,
susil