I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. I have exactly forty three minutes of battery time left... : comments.
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Too cool for subject
For the meme -- hmm. Not gonna repeat what I already said on
Grew up in southern Illinois; pretty countryside -- mix of prairie and the far northeastern fringes of the Ozark Mountains' foothills. Very German area in ancestry (a *lot* of sausage :-)), very farm, very small town, but also a lot of coal mining in the area (usually strip mines). Very windy. Pretty close to the Mississippi River.
Savannah -- hmm. There's a Bamboo Farm here that grows all kinds of bamboo (including timber bamboo, which I like to visit and just stand next to, with my hand wrapped around it, and feel weirdly and completely at peace). You can often see dolphins when you're at the beach, and sometimes see them in the tidal creeks. (I've seen a shark in a tidal river, too -- the fin only, because the water's too muddy to see below the surface.) The architecture downtown is truly astonishing, and hard to enjoy because of the number of cars (parked, and being driven), tour buses, trollies, horse-drawn carriages, girl scouts (pilgrimages to the Juliette Gordon Low house), and tourists in search of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil...