Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Happy Wednesday, ye moored ones. I find myself in southern Georgia loading peanuts for northerners what can't grow them themselves. Seems fitting as yesterday I hauled beer south. It's a pretty morning in Georgia. I like the lay of the land, the gentle rolling landscape and I swear I can almost smell the ocean on the breeze. There is a type of tall evergreen here, bark bare mostly to the top-then a grand canopy of long needle pine. Very pretty. I'm not crazy bout all the confederate flags but really, what is it to me what others care to have pride in. I just find solace in the soft breeze n towering trees. A gentle May warmth. Peanuts loaded-time to weigh anchor n sail North. Hope the breeze n trees are good to you in your safe harbour! -rick