According to Wikipedia, Spanish Moss is a flowering plant that grows upon larger trees such as the Southern Live Oak and Bald Cypress in the southeastern United States. In my opinion, this definition does nothing to communicate the ethereal effect this plant has on how you will experience your surroundings when it is present. And it is very present on the Island of St. Simons. Okay, not on the beach but certainly just about everywhere else that you look. The Spanish Moss drapes so elegantly on the branches of the live oak trees that, because of their very nature, have arms wide open to accept this most gossamer of cloaks. On a sunny day the light filters through the moss to create an air of softness and silkiness. When it is cloudy, an ever so subtle drape of mystery. I so love it and don't know how I have gotten on this long in life without its beauty. Ron managed to capture its beauty in the photos that I am sharing today. They were taken at he National Park site of Fort Frederica.
It is a glorious place with a story of early eighteenth century history along the section of coast between St. Augustine and Savannah when the Spanish and the British were fighting for territorial rights. I will leave the history lesson to someone who is better able to tell it. Needless to say, Ron and I spent two hours meandering the streets and alley ways of this ghost of a village and fort that once was there to defend St. Simons. It is a remarkable story of a diverse people who came to settle in the new frontier and were willing to work hard and sacrifice to create a new life for themselves and their families. This is the stuff that America is made of, then and continues to be now. Peace and love to all!
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