Believe in the Delta

Back in April I text a good friend of mine and asked her, "If I think a freshly ploughed field is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen, does that mean I need to move to the Delta". Her reply? "Probably so, Stone".


I was on the way back to school, driving between Winona, MS and Starkville, MS, when from the crest of a hill I gazed upon one of the most beautiful fields I've ever seen. It's rows perfectly straight, the tilled earth dark and rich. It was the epitomy of a good Mississippi field ready to be planted.


I realized that afternoon, not for the first time, how much I love the Mississippi Delta. Full of farms with planted fields and small towns, the Delta defines the heritage of Mississippi for me. Life in the Delta seems to move just a little slower than other places in the world and having grown up "in the city" going to visit friends from such towns as Yazoo City, Indianola, Inverness, and Clarkesdale has become one of my favorite weekend activities.


Whether it is the B.B. King Museum and Homecoming festival, going to eat at Lusko's or just going for a ride around, the best part of the Delta is the people you spend time with. Southern hopspitality is still alive and well in Mississippi... but especially the Delta.


Mom, Emily and I took a girls trip to Merigold to visit the McCarty store and restaurant Thursday! It was great to take a day trip before I left for the summer. Emily was so sweet to drive over from Montgomery to visit. We stopped in Cleveland on the way home and did a little antiquing. As always, it was a great day in the Delta!