We're Just Whistlin' Dixie ...

“Better have as a king a vulture advised by swans

Than a swan advised by vultures.”

      ~ Panchatantra

A pair of turkey vultures are just whistlin’ dixie perched amidst the Spanish Moss on a late October afternoon in the beautiful Lowcountry of Beaufort County, South Carolina.

Painting Dixie ...

“Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton

Old times they are not forgotten

Look away, look away, look away Dixieland

Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away

In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie

For Dixieland, that’s where I was born

Early Lord one frosty morn

Look away, look away, look away Dixieland

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

His truth is marching on …”

  

          ~ “An American Trilogy”

 ~ songwriters Don Reedman, Nick Patrick and Robin Smith

           ~ recorded by the great Elvis Presley, 

                                                ~1972

 

The light of a southern fall sunset softly sweeps through the Spanish Moss and reflects in the lagoon, painting a serene Dixieland evening in the Lowcountry of Beaufort County, South Carolina.

Autumn In Dixie ...

“I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders.”

                     ~ Pat Conroy

                           ~ 1945-2016

                                                                    

Autumn’s colors dance with Spanish Moss in the Dixieland breeze on a sunlit October day in the Lowcountry of Beaufort County, South Carolina.

The Legend of the Spanish Moss

The story says that Gorez Goz, a bearded Spanish villain, journeyed to our shores and spied a beautiful Indian maid. He bought her for a yard of braid and a little bar of soap.

The Indian maid was so afraid of this bearded beast that she fled cover over the hill and glade with him in pursuit. Tiring, she climbed to the top of a tree, with the Spaniard close behind. She dove from the tree to the stream below. The villian’s beard and whiskers became entangled in the branches holding him back while she got away.

Gorez Goz’s life was at a loss, but his beard lives on as dangling Spanish Moss!