Yesterday while the Fisherman was at meetings all morning I decided to go out for myself and lose my soul in the old cobblestone streets of
Charleston. I cannot love this city anymore I already do,
for I have been forevermore enchanted, and my heart sits under the spells of courtyard
gardens, historical churches and haunted cemeteries. Detailed iron ornamentation wrought by hand
or cast graces each home and gate, grilles, shutter guards and foot scrapes and
window boxes and potted plants graces each entrance, each window, each
wall. I needed to go back to Mrs.
Whaley's old house on Church St. And so I did, and this time I was graciously
invited to go into the walled garden where Mrs. Emily Whaley spent so many
hours of her days embellishing the world for whoever wanted to see... Even in winter time, the garden holds an
enchantment to it that draws you to God and Nature inevitably. Azaleas carpeting mossy walls are already
putting up buds, and camellias bushes as tall as trees bend with flowers in
beauty I had never seen. Green, wet
mossy charm encompasses every spot, every statuary coming to life under a
perpetual sleepiness and peaceful quietness that make you walk as if soaring
low. Here are some images I hope you'll enjoy! Come on... let's go in!
If you are intrigued enough to look this book up on Amazon, here is the link.
I only had to read a couple of sentences about it before I put it in my basket. I can only tell you what an absolute delight it is. Yes, it is mostly about the garden, but it is also full of anecdotes and recipes and general advice. It is a small book and would make the most excellent gift to any person who enjoys anything to do with gardens.
I'll talk about the most eccentric, yet beautiful cemetery I discovered while on my walk in another post... See you soon!