The husband and I went for a Sunday stroll around the university lake a bit ago. We are soaking up this southern summer as much as possible. We had a lovely night, one that lacked only the fireflies, which I'm yearning to see.
Southern charm is infectious. It permeates nearly everything--architecture, foliage, food preparation, store checkout lines. The element it eludes is the driving manners--they are dismal. But these homes and the fried chicken encourage us to overlook the rude driving.
^^I could not get the expanse of these trees within the scope of my lens. I'm dying to climb up and swing my legs while eating a peanut butter sandwich and chatting with Forrest Gump.
^^Among all the beautiful plantation-style homes we saw, this quaint, manicured cottage-style was Preston's favorite.
Have a happy weekend, friends.