Took some military leave and enjoyed a few days and nights with friends and family in Savannah. I’ve spent a great deal of time in Savannah. Each time I fall in love with parts of it. We were again blessed to take in more of its history, lore, flavors, sounds, and smells.

I never tire of the squares under the live oaks and spectacular people-watching.

There was yet another wedding in Forsyth Park, but the statue was in AL for a few more weeks of restoration. The gray squirrels scampered just inches from us, and the tourists munched on ice cream cones and sipped drinks. The S.C.A.D. kids were not difficult to discern, as their outfits were chosen to catch the eyes of all who dared observe. And of course there were loads of tourists from around the globe.

I especially enjoyed going through the childhood home of one of my literary heroines, Flannery O’Connor, again. I spoke with the young lady running it, and was blessed by her because she, too, was a close reader of O’Connor’s literary genius.

We took in the ghost tours and trolley rides, too, where the guides narrated particular anecdotes from Savannah’s colorful history.

Pictured above is O’Connor’s baby stroller where she was the occupant.

For the first time, we took in the maritime museum. Wowsa! So educational.

Grateful for sweet friends who made the trip so enjoyable and special. Grateful for simple joys like trips to the low country.