Almost but not quite!

  While I simply love being in Georgia with my son, daughter-in-law and my grandchildren, the trip there and back is tiresome.  I am not one that travels much at all so the eight hour trip seems like a lifetime.  The trip back home always seems to be much longer than the trip to their house which I suppose is entirely due to the anticipation factor.  When I know that I will be seeing them, the ride goes quicker.  Still, being back on the Bayou suits me just fine.  I welcome the solitude and peace that I find there.

  We see many fine sights as we travel the highways and byways but none so fine as the marsh of the Pascagoula River!  Why?  Simply because those marshes mean we are almost back to my Bayou!  While I will never believe that any old marsh grass can ever compare with my fine stuff, this comes close!  I can smell the mud!  To most folks, that is not a favorite aroma but since I have lived with the stuff for my entire life, I have come to love it.  That smell, the sight of marsh, the sounds of frogs and alligators means home.  

  For those who have no idea, the Pascagoula River is sort of the unspoken border between Mississippi and Alabama.  Yes, it is in Mississippi and a bit from the actual border but once you cross that bridge spanning the river, you know you are home!  Or, at least I do.  I can breathe a sigh of relief that soon I will be back where I belong. Home!  Sweet Home!  Or should I rephrase that as Home!  Sweet Bayou!