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It’s been a steady push down here in Atlanta to get my next book finished. I can’t give anything away, but I will say that the book takes place down south which means I get to draw and paint, wait for it…..
KUDZU!!!!
a.k.a. the vine that ate the south
(that might actually make a fun picturebook). The story itself isn’t about kudzu, but when I am working on books, I try to pick out visual elements that I can repeat and play with throughout. It keeps things fun for me. So, without further ado….here is the tiny sample from my next book, WHITE WATER.
For more kudzu info, check out this fun link! And don’t miss the Kud-Zoo with interesting kudzu shaped animals!
To learn even more about kudzu, here’s a short youtube clip for ya!
Leaving Mollie's, I head across highway 49 And pick up Dover Road for the first two miles. It’s early morning. The air is still cool; Not yet thick and heavy with the delta's humidity Which gets pulled into the air by the heat of the sun. In this patch of kudzu heaven between Jackson and Yazoo City,
Mostly rolling hills lay before me As I hug the edge of the asphalt— My shoes find chance purchase in the loose gravel and sand.
Holding my steady pace, In just fifteen minutes, I make a left onto Neely Road, Leaving my open exposure to the morning sun behind me. I wonder if that’s how long it took Daddy— And his brothers and his cousins, When they ran these roads bare-footed 75 years ago?
The road is paved at the turn But it quickly changes to gravel mixed with powdery Mississippi clay. Sun flashes unpredictably through the thick canopy, Dappling the dusty road at my feet.
“Come on Woodrow, keep up,” I can hear my Daddy call out over his shoulder to his big brother. “Last one home slops the hogs before supper! Souuuee!” In unison, quiet foot strikes kick up the road dust into a cloud Like some kind of shook-up reddish talcum powder.
In wet weather the powdery dust would be Mississippi mud. But on this day, a fine layer of red clay covers the bare feet and legs Of half-dozen young farm boys Out for a good run after a long day in the fields. Now that’s entertainment!
Someone, it could have been anyone, coughs out between breaths— “This sure beats pickin’ cotton by a long shot.” Then it was Daddy, “Yeah, ‘cept when I slung that whip snake At Woodrow four rows over while we was pickin!’” That got a good laugh out of everyone, hard as it was to laugh on the run. “Not a lot of cotton got picked that day!”
Back in the moment, I feel the first traces of the morning heat on my face— Sweat streams down my back. There before me, I can see those boys As they must have sprinted down What would one day be the very same road—now Kirk Road. The thought of running on a road named after my extended family Tugs the corners of my mouth into a smile.
At the next left the pack would leave Kirk Road and, With few trees for shade, Fletcher’s Chapel Road Would take them home, past the very fields they had worked all day.
Imagining the tight group of runners ahead of me. I pick up my pace. Can I catch them? My high-tech running shoes seem no match For the six sets of calloused feet ahead of me. Those feet know the feel of every inch of these country roads. I can say I know them, too. But not really— Not like they do.
The old home place suddenly pops into view. I may think I can take ‘em. Yet those farm boys have an edge. They are clearly running for more than bragging rights. The first one through the gate gets the first slice Of Mammaw’s chocolate cake after supper.
Less than a quarter mile away from that sweet confection, I have to make my move. It’s time to see what kind of a kick they have.
Keeping time with a silent cadence caller, The boys stretch out their strides— Their threadbare over-alls flapping in the breeze. Jockeying for position on the inside, each aims to be the first To cut the short left corner into the gravel driveway.
Then, in an instant, Daddy swings to the outside— Farther to run but more room.
In my mind’s eye, I fall in behind him. For a split second, stride for stride we make for the gate. In a final burst, Daddy breaks away from the thundering herd, Slicing through the front gate opening, Just inches ahead of the pack.
On this night, like many others, to the victor go the spoils:
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