June 20, 2016
Remember that time I gushed all over all things southern? If you don’t, you can catch yourself up here to better understand my love affair with the south. While honeymooning with #3 in Charleston and Savannah, I noticed a plethora of pineapples. Pineapple flags hung on porches and peered out front room windows. Plaster pineapples were focal points in archways while those of the copper and concrete variety sat atop fences, walls, and garden gates. They welcomed you on doormats, knockers, and address plates. And for those of you who haven’t noticed, there is a brilliant and beautiful pineapple fountain centered in Charleston’s famous Waterfront park. I was both fascinated and smitten with the abundance and repetition of this delectable fruit. Thanks to modern technology and Google, I quickly educated myself on the historical relevance of the Pineapple in Colonial America.