We lived in St. Marys, Ontario for 15 years, and still have connections there. So naturally, we had to stop in St. Marys, Georgia on our way north to Boston.
It's a community rich in history, and during the holiday season dressed to the nines. John got right into the southern hospitality and took a load off at the welcome center.
Strings of lights were strung (draped, actually) on the trees in the middle of the street. If you look carefully at this tree in front of the church you'll see the swaying strands hanging like a necklace around the branches. I'd love to see the town at night.
Every home is unique, and probably built with the intention to impress the neighbours.
Even when it includes pirates and cannons!
This home, right across the street, is also a bed and breakfast.
Guests are greeted by two lifesize nutcrackers on the porch. Add the white picket fence, the gazebo in the large treed yard, and this place is about as inviting as a B&B can get.
There was so many gorgeous homes in St. Marys that I'll need two posts to do it, but until next time John and I would like to wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas!
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