Rural Georgia Road Trip

This summer we explored some of our very own Southern turf and embraced the South's unique beauty.

Abandoned plantation homes and rustic farm fences along country roads near Madison, Georgia made us wonder what used to be.

The simple construction and organic materials of this fence make it as much a part of the landscape as it hugs the vast green meadow, as are the old oak trees.

A white barn nestled in the woods and draped with kudzu would be a perfect garden retreat or studio.

Lovely manicured farmland in Pinehurst, Georgia {owned by friends of ours} reminds me of places I have seen in Italy.

Sweet corn fields, lakes, and...

...vistas that go on and on take my breath away.

Acid yellow mustard fields that bloom for acres along the road to the coast of Georgia looked like sunshine in a field.

Country churches and simple cemeteries...

...allowed us to take a moment and explore the history of who are buried in this place.

Since I moved to Georgia slightly more than a decade ago, I have made a collection of country church photographs.  Someday I will share them, but this one is Mount Perry Church on the way from Macon to Monticello, Georgia.

Fields of pink and white cosmos surprised us along a north Georgia mountain highway.

So beautiful that I had to get up close and personal.

Summer beauty.

Hoping that yours was as lovely. 
As always, thank you for your visit.

Ciao amici,

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Keeping the Spirit of Summer

I missed a month or so of putting my words on these pages, but it seems fitting that I return on my blogoversary as I begin my eighth year of blogging to say hello again.

Why does it seem as though the days pass so quickly?  There are as many hours in the days now as there were when we were children...when summer seemed to last forever.

We have had some "dog days of summer" while trying to defy the sweltering Southern heat this year, but also have enjoyed some "lazy days of summer" when we have had the chance to steal an afternoon nap, sit by the sea, walk along the shore, watch the clouds float above us...

 ...or lay on the beach and luxuriate in reading a book for hours until it is finished, with the background music of crashing waves and the soft ocean breeze brushing against our skin.

It has gone by much too quickly and even though it is not officially over {school has already begun here in the Deep South}...

...we are keeping the spirit of summer with us for as long as we can.

As always, thank you for your visit.


Ciao amici,