6: A return
sun's intensity in Savannah was perhaps something I was not quite prepared for.
Everything here seemed foreign upon my arrival. The smells, the heat, the trees.
The trees, draped in what I considered at the time ugly Spanish moss, differed
greatly from those of the north, in that their leaves were all a uniform dark
green, the green of pine, an ever-green due to the intensity of the sun and the
fact that most of them never left the tree all year,
palmetto trees were also a foreign but welcome sight, heralding warmer climes,
much to my delight, and they have become for me a symbol of this place, this in
between not quite tropical place where you can soak up the glorious sunshine for
most of the year.
through Wormsloe Plantation, the very first plantation established here in the
early 1700's, I found it to be a most welcome retreat from the city of a thousand
smells. The air there was cleaner, and the long tree lined walk calming and peaceful.
side of Savannah was possibly the best side for me, a recharge in the nature that
I so craved, made even more special by the deer that we saw crossing in front
of us. I shall never forget from whence I came, but if I need a refresher course,
I come here, to the grounds that seem to blot out the fact that we are even remotely
near an urban area.
marshes stretch out for miles and are impossible to build on, due to the tides
and the general instability of the earth in the entire region, for it lies very
near to sea level. That does not detract from it by any means, and I have found
comfort in the sight of those marshes, stretching out forever, laughing at those
who tried to build on her. Wormsloe with its tabby ruins, walls made from oyster
shells gathered in the tide basins, (even certain sidewalks here are made from
tabby as well as houses and roads) sits silently on the edge of the marsh, a testament
to the grit that was necessary to build such a place.