Springtime in Savannah is a mixed tote of emotions. Obviously, there’s the ecstasy: Where else on earth at this moment does the breeze caress like an adoring angel with a Southern drawl? What worldly worry is not dissolved by the scent of tea olive trees wafting under a gentle sun scantily cloaked in gauzy clouds?
Firstly, I am so glad to know you. You are our priceless Savannah icon. I love your words and how they describe and paint our quirky Savannah life. (I’m not saying that because we want to be invited to your Seder😉)
I am so glad that you gave the correct name for those curly Velcro things because I had no idea what they were called. I’m from the North and I can’t even explain to my northern family and friends how evil the Live Oak Trees are in every season!
Coming from Ohio I am totally accustomed to acorns, or so I thought. Please explain to me how the trees manage to throw small acorns with the velocity of a MLB pitcher. I feel like Dorothy when the trees were throwing apples at her! I shield my head as I race down the driveway. In Ohio, the acorns are larger than here, but they drop in secret. You see them on the ground, but you never see them fall. Here, you know it has started because it sounds like your skylights are breaking.
While I’m on the topic of projectiles, someone could have told me the likelihood of walking up the sidewalk to my house and barely missed getting hit by a squirrel. A dead squirrel. Without guts. Looking up to see where from it fell, I see an owl above me circling lazily and laughing at me.
I’ve lived in Savannah for 15 years. Is there anything else I should be aware of?
I can't tell you how much I love this and relate to it. As I packed and unpacked my life into boxes to move into our new hopefully final home, I did think long and hard about the death purge and to be quite honest, it was just so sad to imagine living without my things, (which I sometimes call vignettes). I think you are more correct when you call them alters because I do basically adore and worship everything that I have hung on to at this point. Even more assurance that weirdos like us are going to be just fine. Let the kids worry about it. When my parents passed away a year apart from each other, it was extremely painful going through their things but also very healing. They were very sentimental which is a nice way of putting liked to keep all of their crap just like I do. Thank God they were not hoarders but some of my siblings might question that. By the way, I too have the tchotchke I bid on from the Absurdavan in my possession.
JLL.. as usual, perfectly written! I am so happy to know that you know about tea olives or sweet olives as they are known in New Orleans! My yearly random poll would say less than ten percent are aware of this gift of nature!
Firstly, I am so glad to know you. You are our priceless Savannah icon. I love your words and how they describe and paint our quirky Savannah life. (I’m not saying that because we want to be invited to your Seder😉)
I am so glad that you gave the correct name for those curly Velcro things because I had no idea what they were called. I’m from the North and I can’t even explain to my northern family and friends how evil the Live Oak Trees are in every season!
Coming from Ohio I am totally accustomed to acorns, or so I thought. Please explain to me how the trees manage to throw small acorns with the velocity of a MLB pitcher. I feel like Dorothy when the trees were throwing apples at her! I shield my head as I race down the driveway. In Ohio, the acorns are larger than here, but they drop in secret. You see them on the ground, but you never see them fall. Here, you know it has started because it sounds like your skylights are breaking.
While I’m on the topic of projectiles, someone could have told me the likelihood of walking up the sidewalk to my house and barely missed getting hit by a squirrel. A dead squirrel. Without guts. Looking up to see where from it fell, I see an owl above me circling lazily and laughing at me.
I’ve lived in Savannah for 15 years. Is there anything else I should be aware of?
I can't tell you how much I love this and relate to it. As I packed and unpacked my life into boxes to move into our new hopefully final home, I did think long and hard about the death purge and to be quite honest, it was just so sad to imagine living without my things, (which I sometimes call vignettes). I think you are more correct when you call them alters because I do basically adore and worship everything that I have hung on to at this point. Even more assurance that weirdos like us are going to be just fine. Let the kids worry about it. When my parents passed away a year apart from each other, it was extremely painful going through their things but also very healing. They were very sentimental which is a nice way of putting liked to keep all of their crap just like I do. Thank God they were not hoarders but some of my siblings might question that. By the way, I too have the tchotchke I bid on from the Absurdavan in my possession.
So happy to see I've contributed to the things that need to be dusted! Enjoy all of it because it does mean something. I'm just not sure what or why.
JLL.. as usual, perfectly written! I am so happy to know that you know about tea olives or sweet olives as they are known in New Orleans! My yearly random poll would say less than ten percent are aware of this gift of nature!