Rows of palmettos.
Lush window boxes.
Flags...more than once we saw Charleston flying the French flag. Fort Sumter was flying it!
Iron gates hiding gardens.
That certain slant of light.
For only the third time in my adult life, we are not spending New Year's in Charleston, so I'm feeling a little sentimental! The first time was when we rang in 2000--my father was required to work in case all the computers, security systems and such shut down resulting in a major public safety crisis.....but nothing happened! The second time I was expecting Annie and couldn't travel because the holidays were so close to her due date.
I will miss her this year, but we loved being there in November and we have sweet NY's eve plans at home!