|Spring in Savannah|
Several years ago Philip and I traveled to Savannah, Georgia. It has always remained one of my favorite trips. It was winter, and it was necessary to wear my loden green cape for warm with my black boots.
We dined at the Pink House, celebrated high tea in an afternoon, and spent hours touring side streets and cemeteries.
We took an even ghost tour which was led by a young man from New Jersey. I remember telling Philip that we better get a ghost tour started before he moved to New Jersey. Well, you know the rest of that story!
I bought this photo and tucked it away on a back shelf. Today as I was hobbling past an old cabinet I saw it peeking out. What a great find for a long winter. It was still wrapped in plastic so I took it out and set it up in the living room where I continue to hold court.
Out my windows there are still feet and feet of snow, but a little spring on the inside is good for everyone who visits.