Last week I fell in love with Charleston, South Carolina! Beautiful, warm late autumn days, in a charming historic city — it was a coup de foudre! Charleston is home to over 40 churches whose spires pierce the low skyline, giving it its’ name ‘The Holy City’. Above is St. Phillips Church. The road just jogs around the portico on aptly named Church Street.
Armchair travelers can visit Charleston through the delightful garden cum memoir “Mrs. Whaley’s Charleston Garden” by Emily Whaley. Published in 1997, octogenarian Mrs. Whaley spins a beguiling tale of Charleston and gardening.
Most houses in the historic district have enclosed gardens. This one is more spacious than most with a pretty fountain. Many gardens had the lovely and cooling sounds of fountains which are easily heard in the small spaces.
Camellias, boxwood, ivy, roses, ferns and many evergreen shrubs not hardy here in the Berkshires add year round textural interest to these enclosed spaces. Happily many are seen easily while strolling the streets.
What captivated me the most are the ‘single’ houses, set perpendicular to the street, with long multi-storied open porches. At the street, the front door is set in the end wall of the building. Open the door, et voila, you step outside again.