After our overnight trip to Callaway Gardens, we had a night at home and then headed south for Brian's second work trip -- Jekyll Island.
My first home was one of the islands on the Georgia coast. It was pure bliss to be in the region again after five long years without seeing it. As soon as I smelled the damp air and saw the morning sun rising over the live oaks, I got teary.
Spanish moss hanging from branches...
Fallen live oak leaves lend the air a scent like tea and they are stiff enough that they rattle on the ground when the wind blows.
The palmetto fronds also rattle in the sea breeze...
And I was lucky indeed because March is my favorite month for the Golden Isles -- cool nights but warm days, few bugs, and the azaleas blooming.
And the Cherokee roses...
The biggest joy, though, was sharing it all with my boy.
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