A Secret Place

Strolling through a sylvan glade one morning, picnic packed, we happened to jump a fence (we were off course of course!) and strolled across the granite rocks and shoals of little elfin plants...

which bloomed in masses far and wide in cedar lined rooms...

across the tops of caves where who knows what looms!

Spring Beauty

a buckeye...

native azalea...

tree peony... all have come and gone this year & they were fantastic!

Lady Banks

What a lovely rose. Little cream puffs flying all over the place. Hit their peak around here last week.

'pon Our Return

A few of the delights in our yard as spring swings into full bloom.

Fruits of the Sea

Well probably not. This little booger was puffing up in the sun when I stumbled across him. What an odd little fish. But I'm sure he would look at me and think, "What an odd little human." And so ends our trip to South Cackalacky, the "Edge of America." I noticed how South Carolina's flag looks suspiciously Islamic or Arabic. A little ironic for a red state. Personally as a Georgian I've always been happy that South Carolina, Mississippi and Alabama existed because they always beat Georgia in the conservative's race to the bottom.

Oh the Folly

Old sea worn piling on Folly beach. I think part of an old barrier to stop the beach moving down the island. Now thoroughly destroyed by Mother Nature.

Sand dunes-that actually protect the island-

-because of the massive root systems of sea oats so don't walk all over the dunes!

This little creature's lair was at my feet just as this little orb popped up...

... to start a brand new day. Folly is a fine beach, with a quite a few little shacks nestled near the dunes. Nevertheless the march of architectural folly continues as more massive suburban American eclectic fortresses of hideosity hulk over the beach. Downtown Charleston is only fifteen minutes away if the traffic isn't piled up. Seeing all of the old homes makes me itch to move an old house again. Nothing like a project. All in all a fine trip with many sea creatures consumed, books read, naps taken and children buried in sand.

View from Our Window

April Fool's Day morning view. Dogwood, redbud, japanese magnolia and carolina jessamine. Headed to Folly for the week...