Aha! My First Slide Show

Today’s topic on The Daily Post is to post something about an Aha! moment. I was going to ignore that and post a few pictures I’ve been saving  instead. But then I had a genuine Aha! moment.

On New Year’s Day, after working a long string of miserable night shifts, and having had to work right through the Christmas Eve and Christmas Day holidays, we woke up to an unseasonably warm day. The temps had been in the 20’s for what seemed like the whole month of December. But on January 1st, we had a balmy high of  70 F.

I posted one of the pictures we took that afternoon here, but in honor of Sundays In My City, one of my favorite photo memes, I wanted to showcase the haunting beauty of Wrightsville Beach in the wintertime.

As I was posting pictures to this blog post, I noticed a button in my “gallery” that I had never taken time to notice before. Slide show? I tried it and Lawd Have Mercy – now I have my very own cotton pickin’ slide show!

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This will come in real handy later this week, when I get ready to post pictures from our trip. Right now this moment, my hiney is sitting in the warm heated leather seat of the passenger side of our Corvette, cruising down I-95 towards Vero Beach, Florida. We are going to visit my mom tonight. And tomorrow?

KEY WEST, BABY!

That’s our solution to the quandary of what to do on our seven-day break this month. We left the 19 degree F and chance of snow flurries behind, along with our cares and responsibilities, for a few days. Tomorrow night I plan to be enjoying a cocktail in a bar somewhere on Duval Street. Does anyone have any recommendations?

Stay tuned for a report on our trip and another slide show real soon, y’all!

I chose these images for Sunday in My City, a photo forum that has folks posting pictures on Sunday of their cities. To visit other cities, click on the button and link up with photos of your our town.

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Snow Day in North Carolina!

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The Yankees down here just don’t get it, y’all. I’m talkin’ about snow! That white stuff that falls from the sky and only happens about once every three years, here in Wilmington, NC, where the yearly average snowfall is less than an inch.

Actually,Yankees know all about snow, of course, and to them it’s just a nuisance, and mostly why they’re all here.  But to us southerners, it’s more than just weather. It’s magic.

This morning the excitement at my workplace was palpable. We were all hoping and praying for the big event. The weatherman had promised us our snow day, and everyone was all a-twitter. How much would we get? Oh, did we dare to hope for the most he had promised – a possible four inches? Should we go to the store and get “supplies” (meaning, beer and enough sugar and vanilla to make “snow cream” ) in case we were all snowed in for days?

The Yankees, on the other hand, were disgusted with us. “What do you mean, they’ve closed the schools?” they asked, rolling their eyes. “It’s just a little snow, no big deal!”

Well, looky here, that’s one of the reasons we’re different from y’all Yankees and we always will be. To us, it’s a big deal.

So here’s what we’ve got so far. This photo was taken just this morning, by my son, Kyle.

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I think this poem sums up our sentiments pretty well. It was written by my beloved Grandmama Gladys, who passed away on Oct. 23, 2008, at the ripe young age of 96. Grandmama, bless her heart, was the epitome of a true southern woman. Her poem relays the depth of feelin’ about this magic called snow, that we all share.

A WINTER MORNING

I awoke to silence all around,
And there it lay on the ground
A carpet of snow crept into the night,
Making my world clean and bright.

Starlings puffed their feathers out
Making them look big and stout
As they huddled in cold bare trees
Looking for food in the freeze.

Where bread crumbs lay on balcony rails,
The birds made their tiny foot trails.
Children were sledding and laughing with glee;
Truly a wonderful sight to see.

Only the Master could paint this scene
Of the beautiful earth with air so clean.
Somber gray skies so still above
White down below – His symbol of love.

Gladys Parker
Jan. 2000