A YELLOW
Leaf
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By Lowcountry Joe ÂŽ
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remember a conversation regarding Fall with a local upon my arrival to the Lowcountry twenty seven years ago. “Just wait Joe....it will turn Fall overnight�. That particular Summer was hot as Haities and I wondered about my sanity to move South. As August turned to September and September turned to October I woke each morning expecting cool breezes to refresh me like the ones up North, but none came. My local newfound friend had been wrong. But then one morning as I opened the door for the morning paper, I was met with a welcome visitor....the first vestige of Fall. Overnight a cold front had beared down on the Carolinas bringing with it a semblance of my North West Pennsylvania memories. The fresh coolness raced through the opening and swept by my welcoming face. Like a spirit floating through the wind it enveloped my body ever so softly and sped away into the adjoining rooms. As promised, Fall had arrived overnight in the Lowcountry. With that “cooling experience� I waited anxiously for the onset of turning leaves. I waited and waited and then one day in late November I noticed a bright yellow leaf floating effortlessly from the clear Carolina blue sky. Like a crazy man, and as a neighbor walking his dog watched, I rushed out into the street grasping for it in mid air. Once caught I held it ever so carefully in my hand not wanting to disturb even the fragile stem. For some reason this colorful yellow leaf had become very special to me. It was a fond remembrance of me as a child, experiencing the fun of hot Summer vacation days and submitting to the cool school day freshness of Fall. I normally get very busy this time of year and it precludes making a trip North and join the throngs of leaf peepers. But this year I decided that life was to short to miss another Northern Fall season. Mary and I packed our sweaters and headed way up North to our cottage in the Canadian Maritimes. As our small plane landed and taxied down the airstrip a collage of reds, yellows and oranges raced by the windows. Our stewardess opened the cabin door, a cool freshness of a bright Canadian day swept down the isle and over my welcoming face. I walked across the tarmac with a renewed spring in my step and looked towards the horizon. Out there in Mother natures brightly colored pallet a lone bright yellow leaf awaits.
DUDE PROFILE: Lowcountry Joe Ž Once characterized by Tiger Woods former coach Hank Haney as a “local legend�, Joe Yocius, aka LowCountry Joe, seems to always fit the bill. Truely one of the Lowcountry’s “unique� people, it’s hard to find a dull moment with this guy around. Whether it be “sitting in� at a Hilton Head juke joint blowin’ the blues on his harmonica, offering “tastes� at the historic Silver Dew Winery, or relating personal ghost experiences on his Bloody Point Ghost Tours, LCJoe is the epitomy of a “Daufuskie Dude�. Joe and his lovely Bride Mary of thirty seven (37) years are Owner/Keepers of the CIRCA 1883 Bloody Point Lighthouse.
Fall 2011
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