Even we, though, were not prepared for the moving feast all five of our senses were in for yesterday. It was one of those mornings when the sky is so clear I felt as if I could reach up and poke it. As we stepped through the door to embark on our two-mile walk, my nostrils twitched in utter delight from a veritable assault of floral scents riding atop a gentle, skin-cooling breeze. The majestic tree in the front yard had sprouted its ornaments of giant ivory magnolia and their heady fragrance was announcing their arrival.
As we turned the corner at the end of our street a new, similarly sweet fragrance broke my olfactory barriers. This time it was the curtain of night-blooming jasmine veiling the wrought iron fence in front of the elegant Sugar Magnolia Bed and Breakfast that is owned and operated by two psychologist friends of mine. The luscious-smelling mini-blooms were just beginning to close up shop for the daylight hours, but were lingering long enough to perfume the air for our stroll.
Our ears were not left out of the sensory festival for long. Just above my head, high atop a 50-foot ancient oak tree, a large owl called out, mournfully and in intervals of almost precise spacing. Coqui stopped in her tracks and stared upward, craning and tilting her adorable head to see who was calling her. In the meantime, a screeching male blue jay let us know we had come a little too close to his wife’s nest for his comfort.
I pulled out the stick of string cheese I had brought along for a pre-breakfast snack and munched, just as this designated Historic District neighborhood’s core exhibits came into view.
Callan Castle, built by Coca-Cola Company founder Asa Candler.
House often used by film makers
Azaleas are everywhere
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Photos taken by L in the Southeast 5/16/2010
Sounds like a great morning!
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