Happy Tuesday friends and congratulations on surviving Monday! I’m still in my post-vacation coma but I managed to scrape by somehow!
I thought instead of chronicling our family vacation, which mostly consisted of swimming, eating and walking around Charleston, I would show you one of my favorite parts of escaping to the low country: the Charleston window boxes!
Other than it’s history and charm, Charleston is also famous for it’s elaborate display of beautiful window boxes.
From the windows they are mounted on to the overflowing vegetation, you can find Charleston window boxes in every color of the rainbow. From white walls, gray shutters and pink flowers to red doors, aging concrete and gorgeous greenery.
I could walk up and down Tradd Street, State Street, down Philadelphia Alley and NEVER tire of the doors and gates and palm-lined paths.
From the newest homes to the old rickety ones, window boxes are embraced and possibly even expected should you have the opportunity to dwell downtown.
I don’t have much experience in creating successful window boxes but I do know that here in the low country it appears to be an art form. Something to be studied, practiced and nurtured.
The fresh, new growth is juxtaposed with the historic buildings and worn exteriors that seem to hold secrets of untold stories.
What conversations have been overheard or arguments witnessed by these glorious boxes? Passersby awing over their beauty or overlooking them completely?
I could never ignore them – they are too bold, too confident. Their statement has been made.
Thank you Charleston residents for spending your valuable time and hard-earned money on these beautiful objects of affection. Your efforts certainly are appreciated, at least by me.
P.S. If I ever end up in Charleston one day I promise to pridefully fill my windows with these overflowing boxes of joy!