Good morning, Dear Reader. Well, it’s morning here and it’s probably morning somewhere else, so “Good morning” even if it’s afternoon or evening or the witching hour where you are now reading this. I hate to split hairs, especially my own.
Several weeks ago my husband and I made a pilgrimage to Montgomery, Alabama, my husband’s “tierra” as he occasionally called it. The city where his mom went to high school. Where his grandmother might have known Zelda Fitzgerald, known well enough to nod “Good morning” if they happened to pass on the street. But they came from different social classes and, besides, his grandmother did not “approve” of Zelda so they would not have been friends. I digress.
On the way home from our mini-excursion, we stopped by a mini-Grand Canyon near Lumpkin, Georgia, about two hours drive from our home. We’ve lived here in this region of the South for 25 years and yet we had never visited this child-size gorge. We’d heard about it, had friends who drove up here to take day hikes through the gorge, but we remained fairly oblivious of this little nugget of nature so close to us.
It’s called Providence Canyon and without further adieu, here are some photos for your viewing pleasure.
Marie A Bailey
Writer, blogger, knitter, cat lover, and introvert.