Friday, December 21, 2012


One of the smaller benefits of living atop a slight hill surrounded by pasture and fields is that there is absolutely nothing to stop the wind from sliding under the porch and around the foundation, through myriad cracks and holes of this 113 year old farmhouse.  Especially on the first day of winter and the end of the world as we knew it.  Damn those Mayans!

Even the Leland Cypress trees along the road  don't slow it down, and the bare branches of the Post, Blackjack, Southern Red and White Oaks only seem to intensify the cold as the wind howls among them.

The good news is that unless Armageddon happens within the next two hours, twelve minutes, Spring is only 3 months away.  That means that here in NE GA we'll be getting some 70 degree days along about the end of February.  Sorry to be you.

In honor of the wind.......

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Way out west, they got a name
For rain and wind and fire
The rain is Tess, the fire's joe and
They call the wind Mariah

O no, Mariah blows the stars around
And sends the clouds a-flying
Mariah makes the mountain sounds
Like folks were up there dying
Mariah, They call the wind Mariah

Now before I knew Mariahs name
And heard her wail and whining
I had a girl and she had me
And the sun was always shining
O, but then one day I left my girl
I left her far behind me
And now I'm lost, I'm oh so lost
Not even God can find me

Mariah, O, Mariah, They call the wind Mariah
I hear they got a name for rain
And wind and fire only
But when you're lost and all alone
There ain't no words but lonely
And I'm a lost and lonely man
Without a star to guide me
Mariah, blow your love to me
I need my girl beside me
He, Mariah, O, Mariah
I'm lonely can't you see
Mariah, O, Mariah
Please blow my love to me
Mariah, blow my love to me