I don't know how I came across the website for the Shack-Up Inn in Clarksdale, Mississippi, but it must've been karma. I was browsing around looking for information about places to stay around Oxford, Mississippi, the home of William Faulkner. I've long wanted to visit Oxford. They have one of the South's largest Independent bookstores, (which are fast becoming a vanishing breed). Hell, I think books will be obsolete in the future, much less bookstores. Anyway, I digress.
I grew up on a farm in the middle of the cotton fields of north Louisiana. There were shotgun shacks all around us and this place brought back childhood memories. And my Mama is from Mississippi, so I have some roots there, just further south in Pascagoula. So Ray and I are planning a trip later this Spring to the 'cradle of the blues' and plan to stay right here at the Shack-Up Inn. I hear the food is amazing, the music even better and the ambiance, uniquely unforgettable. I'll be sure to tell y'all about our trip after the fact.
Here's the website if you want to plan a trip of your own.
Spring has sprung around here and everything is blooming. I've got seeds sprouting in egg cartons, jars, box lids and even cleaned a few windows today. No small feat, that. Wishing you flowers, sunshine, clean windows and warm breezes.
Love & Blessings,
"And even if you were in some prison, the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses - would you not then still have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure-house of memories?" ~Rainer Maria Rilke