At last I'm caught up to where I am---Wilmington Island off the coast of South Georgia, just one long bridge from Savannah. Fabled Savannah---the city of parks and squares and E. Shavers Bookseller. The city of southern culture and history, graveyards, and
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. The city of gardens, spanish moss, ancient Southern live oaks, and The Book Lady. The city of slow living, social drinking, good eating, and relaxed people. The city of the heart and soul and spirit and mood of artistic expression---of SCAD. That would be Savannah College of Art and Design.
When I come here, the energy of the place takes over. Some of my best chapters have surfaced on the marsh of Wilmington Island. Chapter 37 today.
But I digress. This is supposed to be a nature blog. So, in keeping with the nature of this place, I'll write about the herons tomorrow. dkm
