After a slew of beautiful, sunny spring weather, it’s been raining the last two days here at Hambidge in Rabun Gap, Georgia. The annual rainfall exceeds 70 inches (like snow in Minnesota) and I wager we’ve gotten half of that yesterday and today. Betty’s Creek is riled. Before the rain I had trouble sleeping, the silence was so complete. Was it the total quiet that kept me awake, or my racing, sometimes troubled mind? Other residents have spoken of trouble sleeping too, though we haven’t cleared up the cause.
But I must have been asleep yesterday morning, because I came awake to fingers tapping all over the roof of this house. It was raining, a soothing sound which made it cozy to snuggle in the down comforter. Only I was really hungry! And a little melancholy, what with leaving tomorrow and all. I dreaded facing oatmeal again. What I wanted most in the world was country ham, grits, two eggs over easy and a biscuit, and that meant driving the four miles into Dillard, to the Cupboard Café, whose motto on their billboard is “Life is too short to be dull; Get fresh with us.” (What does that mean?) They serve Southern vegetables like cream corn, mac and cheese (yes, mac and cheese is a Southern vegetable), green beans, collard greens, blackeyed peas, sweet potatoes, squash casserole. I’m going there later today for a Sunday fried chicken lunch with my cousin and his wife who are driving over from Glenville, N.C. Only two vegetables come with dinner, so you have to choose, which will put me in a tiz of indecision and desire.
I threw on my clothes and rain gear yesterday morning and ran through the dark and now pouring rain to the trusty Versa, and in no time at all I was happily ensconced in one of the wood booths with the cheery checkered table cloths, a saucer light hanging warm and low over my table, and music like “Sultans of Swing” playing agreeably in the background. After my ham breakfast (no red eye gravy, unfortunately) I browsed in the gift shop for a thank you card to leave for the chef here (she’d call herself a cook). I picked up one that said “None of us can help everyone/ but all of us can help someone/ and when we do/ we serve Jesus.” Then I realized all the cards were religious.