" I would bring you giant magnolias,
creamy blossoms to enfold you
in perfumed dreams
of soft summer nights......"
~ Roberta Wesley


A name of beauty tenderly in bloom.
A Southern Flower so rich and elegant,
to enhance any room.
God's Creation and one of a kind.
The elegance is here 'till the end of time.
~ Unknown

Magnolias, Live Oaks, Cypress Trees, Spanish Moss, and Precious Southern Belles

My South

My South is full of honest, hard-working people.

My South is colorblind. In my South, we don’t put a premium on pigment. No one cares whether you are black, white, red or green with orange polka dots.

My South is the birthplace of blues and jazz, and rock-and-roll.

It has banjo pickers and fiddle players, but it is also has B.B. King, Muddy Waters, the Allman Brothers, Emmylou Harris and Elvis.

My South is hot.

My South smells of newly mown grass.

My South was the South of The Partridge Family, Hawaii 5-0 and kick the can.

My South was creek swimming, cane-pole fishing and bird hunting.

In my South, football is king, and the Southeastern Conference is the kingdom.

My South is home to the most beautiful women on the planet.

In my South, soul food and country cooking are the same thing.

My South is full of fig preserves, cornbread, butter beans, fried chicken, grits and catfish.

In my South we eat foie gras, caviar and truffles.

In my South, our transistor radios introduced us to the Beatles and the Rolling Stones at the same time they were introduced to the rest of the country.

In my South, grandmothers cook a big lunch every Sunday.

In my South, family matters, deeply.

My South is boiled shrimp, blackberry cobbler, peach ice cream, banana pudding and oatmeal cream pies.

In my South people put peanuts in bottles of Coca Cola and hot sauce on almost everything.

In my South the tea is iced, and almost as sweet as the women.

My South has air-conditioning.

My South is camellias, azaleas, wisteria and hydrangeas.

My South is humid.

In my South, the only person that has to sit on the back of the bus is the last person that got on the bus.

In my South, people still say “yes, ma’am”, “no, ma’am”, “please” and “thank you”.

In my South, we all wear shoes… most of the time.

My south is the best-kept secret in the country. Keep the secret… it keeps the jerks out.

This was written by Robert St. John, executive chef, owner-Purple Parrot Cafe, Crescent City Grill and Mahogany Bar - Hattiesburg, MS."
Reprinted here with his express permission. Thanks, Chef St. John!

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