I have been woken by the gentleman across the road mowing his patch of grass outside his house and the passing of time is marked by his change of attire. When we first moved in to Duffy Street in August, he was happily running up and down in shorts sporting a bare chest , now fleecy layers and long trousers abound , the winter chill has arrived in the mornings and I love it .
Halloween came and went Savannah is the place to experience ghostliness and goulies, haunted houses dressed to death, plus the oddest collection of stuffed dummies decapitated brides and robots floating around the town. You can be anything on Halloween! Pumkins galore which are still hanging decorating doorsteps and gardens for Thanksgiving.
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