The memory often emerges from my mind as all good memories do – undefined, dreamy, and romantic. I recall moving through a canopy of lush greenery, along a sandy road enveloped by the outstretched arms of majestic oaks, full of moss so thick that the sunlight barely filtered through.
Main drive into Goodwood Plantation – photo courtesy of Karl Gercens & Gardenvisit.com
I was young and was on a trip with my family somewhere in north Florida. I distinctly remember feeling as if I’d stepped back in time. The surroundings had a Hemingway-esque quality. Beyond the oaks covered in moss were the most beautiful flowers and tropical greenery. I remember the car pulling aside a columned front portico, clear of undergrowth but somehow still carrying a feel of decay. A place time forgot, but a place in which I wanted to linger for a while.
photo courtesy of Spruce Pine…
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