Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Red Clay?

Have you ever seen Georgia red clay? That is the dirt of my youth. I remember the 1st time I moved away from Georgia I was surprised that the dirt there was...well...brown. As a Mom, I have learned how the red clay of Georgia can leave a lasting mark on clothing that little people like to wear; as a Southerner, I have learned how the red clay of Georgia can leave a lasting mark on one's heart.


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5 comments:

  1. dotSeptember 19, 2007 at 1:45 PM

    Hi! Thanks for visiting me today. You must be somewhere in Georgia.
    I know that red clay well!

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  2. Southern SugarSeptember 20, 2007 at 12:20 AM

    I am a Georgia girl born and raised. Love this post. Yeah, unless you are from Georgia I don't think you'd understand. But it has stained my heart too. I live in Florida now and I love the sand but I miss the red clay.

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  3. sheilaSeptember 20, 2007 at 2:47 PM

    I always smile when I run across a little bit of red clay some place unexpected :)

    once a Georgia Girl...

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  4. justabeachkatSeptember 21, 2007 at 9:53 PM

    I'm a Georgia girl too, although I live in Florida now. I sooooo know all about the Georgia red clay and how it can stain things.

    Hugs!
    Kat

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  5. KateJuly 19, 2008 at 9:37 PM

    That red clay brings back so many wonderful memories for me. I have never heard anyone else mention it out of fondness before and now I'm getting sappy. Can't wait to dig my heals in that red clay soon.

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