I started walking at a young age. I don’t mean the toddling about we all learn to do around the age of one. I mean walking, as in walk. You know the thing you do just to get outside and move. My mom has always been a big walker and I supposed she passed it on to me. So, when I started my new job after Christmas in downtown Charleston I had the opportunity to park in a parking garage, which is not cheap, or park along the Battery and walk. So, everyday I park and walk to work. I walk to work on the beautiful streets of downtown Charleston.
As I have been absent for quite sometime, I thought I would keep it simple, for my sake and yours, for the first blog back. Here is what I propose: Walk With Me.
Winter never really seemed to take a secure hold in Charleston this year as you can see from the February blooms on this tree.
Don’t you just want to touch that fuzzy looking plant?
The best gates around.
I love how this house looks like a church.
One of my favorite window planters! That white stuff smells so good. My grandmother used to have that in her garden when I was younger. The smell takes me back.
Okay, I know I put a few finishing touches on this picture but you would never know that this house was in downtown Charleston would you!?
I see this gallery every day. I always love the pictures she has displayed in the windows http://www.marymartinart.com/.
That’s my walk. Thanks for coming along. Happy Leap Day everyone!