Oh Savannah Oh Savannah

In October, we visited Savannah just for the heck of it. This pretty much sums it up.

Though sometimes it felt we were in Rochester again.

Though it was quite sunny. And hot. But shady trees are always nice for shelter.

Oh yeah. And the mansions. In pink flamingo, no less.

And who could forget the artists. Those lovely artists. Artists everywhere. In their artsy clothes. With their artsy ideas. And their sketch pads. And pencils.

Ferns just don’t grow in Kentucky like that. Well, unless they’re on the side of my mom’s house. Lots of shade there.

History. And fountains. And memorials. And ghosts. Seems people just can’t let go in Savannah.

Nighttime is oft celebrated. Even in the daytime.

So many soldiers passed through this land. Some stayed. Some died. Some were just remembered.

Cathedrals cropped up at any given corner. Did I mention they like to honor their dead in them there parts?

Graveyards. And graveyards. And squares. And graveyards.

I respect people who poke fun at the reaper.

Especially when night falls. And night? It fell.

Then the ghoulies began to appear.

And the air changed.

The stories permeated out of thin air.

And what happened next … nobody knows. It was, after all, October in Savannah.