Charleston's Plantings

Lush is the description I give to Charleston's plantings. 

Early November window boxes overflowing with foliage. 

The greenery loves the moist, steamy existence. 

Trees that survived the earthquake, fire and war, a foot print to walk around. 

Looking up into the window dressed in pretty vases and candlesticks. 

Ha ha! Surprise!

Up close and intricate. 

One room wide!

Ivy trimmed around this scroll work on a foundation. 

No doubt this tree's roots drink directly from the river. 

A full window box of color.

That wraps up my thirty two hours in Charleston. Steve tried to distract me by walking up King Street for all the clothing boutiques but my heart was on Meeting Street.

We ate at great restaurants, shopped darling boutiques, and took the carriage ride to hear all the historical stories of this elder city.
I would love to go back and explore some more!

This post is dedicated to my brother Morgan. Today would have been his 58th birthday. RIP Morgan Mathew O'Shaughnessy.