Autumn arrives in Savannah between humid, sultry days and close nights when the air doesn’t move enough to even sway a long piece of Spanish moss hanging motionless from live oaks and vines. Today was such a moment, when the skies were bluer than blue, and the daring contrast of strong sun and deep shadows gave an unreal atmosphere to this old city.
Such a lovely hour as we poked through old maps and botanical prints in this venerable shop.
A most charming couple, with a darling cavalier King Charles spaniel (as if there was any other kind) introduced us to their abode and a tour of their incredibly and richly appointed home. A lifetime of collecting was evident and admired.
Even Forsyth Park’s iconic fountain looked more handsome on a day that pronounced Autumn in Savannah!
It took me a long time to recognize Fall in the South.
you have the nicest life
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