It was a cold, blustery January night, when out of the dark arose a sound.
Hark, is that bells in distance?
Upon closer inspection the noise became more distinct. Bells…maybe?
Not bells, but …. Southern Belles?? Yes!
A group of Southern Belles had gathered and commenced to argue the merits of the southern hospitality that had been shown a certain new fella in their midst.
He had swooped in, and had been welcomed, despite the reservations of a few. He was offered a mug of hot chocolate, a pot or two of soup and grandma’s hand stitched quilts were pulled from storage. Folks set in to make his temporary stay pleasant.
But as time went on, well, easiest to quote one Georgia Peach, “I do declare, he has but over stayed his welcome.”
And from the heavens the cries were heard and lo and behold the weatherman brought the good news… the visitor was leaving.
Jack Frost got the boot and normal temps are soon to return to south Georgia.
Goodbye awkward, sad layers!
Hello warm toes!