Home: Honey From the Comb

by - June 18, 2013

I grew up where the seagulls circled overhead and oyster shells crunched under car tires on our long shell driveway.

I knew nutcrackers were for eating crabs and shrimp belonged in omelets at breakfast.

I knew the welcome of the live oaks that twisted their way in divergent directions toward centuries.

Who can blame the Spanish moss for embracing such outstretched arms?

I knew that most people's jogging routes didn't include a gulf of saltwater and a lighthouse.

I knew not to take it all for granted.

In hindsight, I did.

It's rather impossible not to.

One who is full loathes honey from the comb,
but to the hungry, even what is bitter tastes sweet.
~Proverbs 27:7

Photo Credits: Mike González, who is visiting my hometown without me this week.
Lighthouse by Adrian González, who is finding songwriting inspiration in my old haunts.

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  1. What a pleasant lunch break, to be able to "get away" here to visit with you! Lovely, the pictures and your words. Thanks for bringing me along!

  2. Enjoyed this, Dawn! Photos, nostalgia, knowing I, too, took much for granted.
    Wish U could be there with them!

  3. Dawn, your photos are beautiful; I almost visited Biloxi once...what a story that was! Hope your folks come home safe and sound.


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