My stomping ground, Historic District Savannah, is a lovely place anytime of the year. But D.A (Downtown Autumn) is especially beautiful—and comes in a pretty close second to our Azalea-d Spring.
On a stroll this morning, I decided to ignore the leftover Halloween displays and just concentrate on Fall. Here’s a sampling of what yelled “Hello there, look at me!”
Glorious stairs, leading Up:
Camellias (Savannah’s “cold weather azaleas”) ready to burst into bloom—and a few getting a head start:
Odds and ends:
A pink pumpkin:
A cool courtyard:
Two hanging baskets, who drew me close and whispered, “Please. Please. Get us outta here. Haven’t we grown enough?”
Loquats—a native Chinese fruit found growing More often than you would think in historic district courtyards and tree lawns.
And finally, our fair abode, which now seems sorta shadowy compared to all those others I walked by.
But what a beautiful D.A. we have here in Savannah’s Historic District. Thank you, Autumn.