As I sit here, I know in front of our home are the sounds of horse hooves, public drinkers, and bustling cars. All welcomed and enjoyed, if course. But back here, only fifty feet back or so, behind our home, it is silent and perfect. My son is playing gardener as he waters the plants with his toy canister. My beautiful bride is creating a dance of words on her notebook. And I’m blessed in typing these words, thankful for God’s gifts.
Savannah courtyards are the kind of secret oasis we dream of in books.
Quiet, calm, and serene - a spell in the courtyard is the perfect way to unwind. This enclosed arena of flowers, palm trees, and old Savannah brick. Dave Matthews playing, and a glass of wine in hand.
The Confederate Jasmine's blooming.
'Course it is.