
We finally made it to
Flannery O'Connor's farm just north of
Milledgeville. It was a wet stormy day as we drove south and the dark clouds moved low across the sky, flashing lightning and spitting rain. Kind of added to the atmosphere of the outing really.
The property is dotted with these white iris (which the foundation has for sale) that seem to have naturalized through the yard and into the forest edge.

Actually the forest edge is creeping a little closer in everyday. This large barn towards the rear of the property is slowly being rendered into the ground. Several of the other barns and out buildings are even a little closer.

Flannery O'Connor's bedroom and the room where she wrote is on the lower left side of this photo. Her desk was set so that her back faced the two windows onto the screen porch. Her view? The back of a chifferobe that her desk abutted.
I happen to be reading her collected short stories right now and as I grew up in the Piedmont I can see the landscape in her stories. I know the humid summers, tree crowded small roads (as if Mother Nature is taking that little ribbon of asphalt back right now), and fields blocked out of the pine woods.
We headed off for Sparta via Linton to get home to Athens. We crossed no wine dark seas on this little journey but innumerable red clay choked streams jumping their banks. We did stumble across Glen Mary up on a grassy hill but that is story for another day.