Georgia On My Mind

Since September 22--The first day of Fall--I have had a one-track mind. You see, with the change of the season, I am desperately needing to get back up to Georgia. Georgia has most certainly been on my mind.

A few years ago, Mom and I went off on a jaunt throughout Northeast Georgia, in search of every covered bridge we could find. That was truly one of the best trips that I'd ever been on. It was so relaxed. Just Mom and I. And it was a bit of a scavenger hunt. Although we had the maps/coordinates for each of the covered bridges, sometimes getting there was quite an adventure. We had the best time, though. 

 
The one thing about that trip was, it was during May. And while the countryside was beautiful, I have been longing to see the same sights in the Fall. Now, rationally, I know this is the South. And leaves don't automatically begin falling on September 22, the change in the season has just enforced the desire in me to go back.   I want to see the bridges with the fallen leaves around them.  I want to see them in the setting of Fall.

I'm desperately wanting to go see all of the covered bridges; eat Fried Green Tomatoes and Pecan Pie Cobbler at the Whistle Stop Cafe; buy antiques in the little shops in Juliette; linger in all of the shops in Macon; stop at every old, pretty building alongside the road to take photos; buy jams and jellies at some Farmer's Market; go to the Mennonite farm just South of Macon…

It may not be right away, but I am hoping to get up there in October or November. Georgia has surely been on my mind lately, y'all. I'm positively desperate to get back.