Promised posts have not materialized. Unpacking boxes proved only part of the problem since moving, other fiascoes I won't mention here, keep thwarting me from blogging. And now I'm on the road again...to my usual haunt...Savannah.
No one goes to Savannah in the summer unless they have a real good reason. It's truly hot. Tropical storms don't help matters. However Hannah is graduating from SCAD with her master's degree and an outstanding academic award so I will grit my teeth and brave the heat and humidity with as much grace as I can muster.
After a home-cooked meal at the in-laws in Illinois, we are back in Franklin, Tennessee. We like to stop here and eat at Puckett's Grocery then cruise the streets oohing and ahhing at all the historical homes in this precious, well-preserved small town. Of, course Hannah's always hoping for a glimpse of Jack White, who owns a farm outside of town. Rumor has it he stops by the Starbucks.
All we encountered were torrential rains followed by a double rainbow stretching the length of the sky. So many gorgeous gardens, for now I'll leave you with a few rainy, grainy late evening shots of a personable front yard I noted...
Love the blackboard on the porch with the Ralph Waldo Emerson quote. And yes that's a shopping cart.
