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Walking to Botany Bay beach at sunset.

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Since we still had a little daylight when we got back from Charleston, we decided to go back to the Botany Bay Preserve and check out the beach we didn’t have time to explore on our first trip there.

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It’s a half mile walk from the parking lot…

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Through marsh land with some pretty funky driftwood.

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The required selfie.

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Turn to your right and the sun was setting.

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Turn to your left there was still blue sky.

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Right.

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Left.

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Right.

Okay, you get my point.

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It was a lovely stroll.

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And the driftwood made for some nice shots.

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Just as the sun was going down….

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We found the beach.

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A very special beach as it turns out.

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We’d found Boneyard Beach…

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To be continued…

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On Southern Living’s advice….

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After our walking tour of Charleston we realized we’d skipped lunch and were starving. As it was too early for dinner, I did a little phone research and found a seafood place highly recommended by Southern Living magazine. They said the food was superb and to ignore the fact that the restaurant itself was a “dive”.

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Clearly their idea of “dive” and mine differ greatly because while admittedly this place wasn’t the Ritz Carlton, I’ve been in a helluva lot worse.

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Naturally my husband wanted to sit at the bar.

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I’ve never had a strawberry daiquiri served in a mason jar before, but maybe that’s part of their dive-y charm.

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The hushpuppies? Meh.

Not great, not awful.

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My she crab soup?

Mama mia! It may not have photographed well but it was thickest, richest, creamiest crab filled thing I’ve ever had.

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To be honest I was pretty full after just that, but I was on vacation in the low country and couldn’t pass up an opportunity for shrimp and grits.

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I couldn’t…. but I should have, because it was awful. Yes, the shrimp were large and flavorful but the rest was simply a big bowl of slop. Too much pasty gravy, too soupy a consistency… blech.

I ate the shrimp and left the rest.

The husband? He had some type of inferior fish which was dry as a bone.

So much for taking Southern Living’s advice.

Aside from the soup the only thing that made me smile at this place was the poster in the rest room.

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News you can’t use.

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Because news you can use is so boring.

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Sure.

Nothing will go wrong there…

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Now that’s a bizarre headline if ever I saw one.

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My nipples have never felt imprisoned, but maybe that’s just me.

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There’s an article I am not going to explore further.

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What is this ongoing obsession with Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce? A singer is dating a football player and I couldn’t care less…. but a good number of Americans think it’s a deep state conspiracy. I simply don’t get it.

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Yeah, I hate when that happens. If only he’d befriended a wombat instead..

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Oh, the things you find….

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Since work will be starting in the living/dining room and we have a new dining room set on order… it was time to clean out the old china hutch and get rid of the old table and chairs.

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Our contractor wanted the chairs, so out they went.

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The table, which was so horribly faded I thought no one would want it…. went to the farm across the street. With a brand new tablecloth to cover the discoloration.

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That left cleaning out the hutch which hadn’t been done in at least a decade.

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Lord Dudley wanted to help…. but didn’t.

Aside from dozens of candles, placemats, dishes, cups, saucers, platters, chargers, crystal decanters, napkin rings, extra cutlery, knives, holiday tablecloths and a soup tureen …. I discovered the family silver.

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Which all needed to be needed polished.

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And of course…. because this my china hutch?

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There was alcohol.

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So…

Does anyone want a china cabinet?

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Next project, though not quite a new one.

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Bedroom windows complete, work moved back to the living room.

Remember when we redid the beam?

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And replaced all the stained and damaged ceiling?

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It looked so much better..

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But it wasn’t perfect.

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There was a clear line of demarcation between the old popcorn and the new.

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And though the stains had been Kilz’ed, primed and painted… they didn’t match either.

At the time our contractor had other customers waiting for work, and knowing that we’d be replacing the floor at some point…. we opted to wait to fix the line and repaint the whole ceiling then.

Then is now.

You know something will go wrong.

Stay tuned….

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I think it lasted about 3 minutes.

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Get your mind out of the gutter, I’m talking about organization.

After four months, our bedroom is finally back together.

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Furniture is in place and windows are awaiting treatment.

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It’s amazing how much you miss nightstands until they’re gone.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was pleased his world was back in order…

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Too bad it only lasted a few minutes.

Because as soon as the bedroom was put back in order, the living room was emptied in preparation for the next project.

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So now the den is crammed full…

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The spare bedroom has chairs, tables and paintings.

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And the office floor has odds and ends.

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His Lordship is no longer pleased…

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But he’s doesn’t let it interrupt his nap either.

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Because we all need more rainbows in our lives.

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Rainbow Row… Charleston, South Carolina.

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No commentary necessary…

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Just stroll along with us for a while.

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I’d like to say you know it’s special if my husband is taking pictures…

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But the man was photographing a gutter downspout.

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Horse drawn carriage tour was my first choice…

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But we did one of those in Beaufort and the husband wasn’t on board for another.

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I can hardly believe it..

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We ordered them in July.

Installation started in October.

And a mere 4 months later they’re finished.

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Installed and trimmed.

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And the trim was a royal pain in the *ss because all the sills are joined.

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But they’re done!

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At least from the inside. There’s still a ladder outside because all the siding has to be reworked due to the different size rough openings.

But it’s progress… and that’s been a long time coming.

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And Charleston said, let there be a rainbow.

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You can’t visit Charleston without strolling the French Quarter’s Rainbow Row.

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Rainbow Row represents the longest cluster of intact Georgian row houses in the United States. The earliest structures on this portion of East Bay Street, between Tradd and Elliott Street, were built by-1680. The buildings were constructed on lots 7 to 10 of the Grand Modell, a city plan developed between 1670-1680.
Over the years, the buildings served as the shops and residences of notable merchants and planters, and fronted a cluster of wharves on the Cooper River waterfront. The buildings also fronted a segment of the eastern boundary of the fortification wall constructed circa 1704 to surround the city.
Some of the houses were damaged or destroyed by fire, and the present structures date from circa 1720 to circa 1790. The homes suffered slight damage by Union artillery bombardment during the War between the States. After the war and decades of neglect, the buildings deteriorated into slums. Susan Pringle Frost, founder of the Society for the Preservation of Old Dwellings, now the Preservation Society of Charleston, began her important preservation and rehabilitation efforts by purchasing some of these properties in the 1920s in order to prevent their demolition. The name Rainbow Row was coined after the pastel colors they were painted as they were restored in the 1930s and 1940s. The rear facades and gardens of 93-101 East Bay were also used as a model for the original 1935 stage setting of George Gershwin and DuBose Heyward’s opera, Porgy and Bess.
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In a word? Fabulous.

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The colors, the wrought iron, the charm…

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It’s selfie heaven even if your arms are too short to capture much background.

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Space is at a premium but all the homeowners take pride of place.

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History?

It’s got that too.

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It’s hard to imagine this lovely neighborhood ever being a slum.

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Peek through the iron gates when you’re there.

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Take your time.

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And enjoy.

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We did.

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The Lorax was right!

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Like all children, I loved the wild and wacky world of Dr. Seuss.

As an adult, I had a greater appreciation for the creative art and a better understanding of the underlying messages.

My favorite? The Lorax. A sad tale of environmental destruction…. he spoke for the trees but no one was listening. 😰

So imagine my surprise when I read this article the other day.

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Fascinating.

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Read on…

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The truffula trees!

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They’re real!

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