I actually took these pictures in early June, but I never got a chance to write about them until today. I took them on the sleepiest, quietest Sunday evening, when the square was totally deserted except for me and the mockingbirds. First I meandered around …
Last Sunday night I went for a little walk around town, around my beloved Quincy, and took pictures of a few more of my favorite houses and other buildings. It was a delightful spring evening, and I had fun peering into the gardens, seeing pale, …
Here are a few more shots of Quincy, my beloved little town. I took them last August, actually, when the gardens around the various old mansions and other buildings were still lush and green. I’m not sure why I finally decided to write about them …
I consider myself so lucky to live in a place that is truly interesting. No boring subdivisions here in Quincy. Each house in our little town is special, unique . . . and so is each garden. There is a definite sense of place in …
The coreopsis is blooming. So are the irises. Here are a few things I did this weekend: Ate cherry jelly beans for breakfast Planted five Dixie wood ferns Planted 12 Clemson Spineless okra Transplanted a bunch of purple coneflowers to the bed by the barn …
I truly love where I live—Quincy, my little town with its white wedding-cake houses and billowing pink and purple azalea gardens. When I take walks, I go crazy for the old brick garden walls and the leaded glass windows, the deep porches and silvery, rusty …
The Underhill-Wedeles House in Quincy’s historic district Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted to live here, in Quincy, Florida, which is, I guess, a rather strange ambition. Most people wouldn’t want to live in Quincy. It’s a decrepit little town, almost …
At Christmastime, the lamp posts around the courthouse square in Quincy are always decorated with giant bells and angels and stars made all of lights. It’s a tradition I look forward to so much, every December. Our little square is pretty shabby and tattered, and …
