You know it’s going to be a good day when you find an Easter pony! This was hands-down the softest pony i ever felt- somewhere between baby duck fuzz and kitten levels, like little Sebastian here spent everyday bathing in fabric softener while getting his nails painted. Who knows? Maybe this is actually how soft ponies come in real life. I’ll have to pet a few more ponies for research purposes.
You also know it’s going to be a good day when you give yourself free reign on your coffee and sugar intake. If you’re vacationing it doesn't count right? We grabbed some coffee at the bakery SUGAR (where the pony was). Also we ate jeni’s ice cream TWICE in one day (don't judge) ((it’s really that good)) along with sampling honey at the Savannah bee company.
We walked a route all around the king street, the battery and pretty much everywhere in between. We poked our heads into the secret garden/dead-people-resting-zone full of shade and flowers and markers from the 1800s. The entrance to the church that maintains the area is directly across from the book preservation library on king st.
Equally enjoyable was the perfect spring weather, freshly planted window boxes and shady live oaks. We stumbled upon an open estate sale and went up into a house to look at antiques and costume jewelry. I suppressed the urge to talk in only old-lady-british-accent while pretending to be able to afford 100$ teacups.
