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Oh what a difference a day makes.
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The beginning of green grass and our first chuck sighting of the season.
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The next day?
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It’s back to winter.
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And one very limber local cat.
In other news…
She’s baaaaack.
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It’s the sci fi franchise that just won’t die.
And finally, a little help if you’re planning a vacation.
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😉
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His Lordship joined me on the couch the other day when I was reading.
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Being a hedonistic creature of comfort, he assumed the position.
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And I took a few pictures. But when I put the phone down beside me and it flipped the photo’s orientation upside down?
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I had a good laugh at my demented looking cat.
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Spring is here … though to be honest I’m still waiting for winter. March in Maine used to mean cold and snow but temps have been near 50 most of the month and up until last week’s snow storm we had green grass in places.
Sigh.
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It’s been damp and too warm all winter.
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Though I admit the morning fog is soothing.
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His Lordship?
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Never misses his morning coffee.
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And now that his scratchy post has been returned to its normal living room site…
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All is right with his world.
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I just hope the furniture stores don’t mind a little cat hair on their fabric samples.
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Thought I was done with the Boneyard Beach photos?
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Almost…
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I promise.
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But who could resist framing their spouse in driftwood?
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Making our way back to the path, I snapped my last photos.
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And my husband joined in the odd shell placement tradition…
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Trying to balance one on the sign.
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Success.
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Exiting through the marsh …
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We climbed back in the ungodly expensive rental behemoth…
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Of which my husband had become entirely too enamored.
It was late afternoon of our last day of vacation so we took a leisurely drive around Edisto Island and enjoyed some of its quirks.
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No one knows who erected this odd marsh angel but apparently she changes with the seasons and has become a local favorite.
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This is the only acceptable answer to the question what do I do with dead palm tree stumps?
Hula girls, that’s what.
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We drove past this native while on the main beach road.
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It was a wonderful sight so I made my husband turn around and circle by him twice to ensure decent photos.
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A poo covered jacket seems a small price to pay for such a beautiful friend.
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This bottle display is an old Gullah way of driving out evil spirits. They have to be blue, but sorry… for the life of me I don’t remember why. The Clemson tiger paw is a modern addition.
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Remember the herd of tiny deer we saw every night? I wondered where they could possibly live in so busy an area…
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The answer was our resort’s golf course.
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Where they clearly didn’t read the sign.
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When you’re in Edisto Beach, South Carolina one image looms large.
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It’s the one lone tree that stands in the surf at Boneyard Beach in the Botany Bay preserve.
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Admittedly it’s a fabulous tree.
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Silhouetted against the sky…
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All by it’s lonesome surrounded by plouffe mud.
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It’s certainly the most photographed tree there.
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But it does make me wonder if the other trees feel left out.
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No one prints postcards of them…
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And some of them are fabulous too.
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Such a strange and amazing place.
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I never would have thought dead trees could be so appealing before visiting here.
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But they were.
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And as much as I would have loved to spend the entire day here, our last few hours in South Carolina were running out and we had to move on.
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Past some live trees that were decorated with shells.
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Walking the relatively treeless section of Boneyard Beach, it was all about the shells.
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All the beautiful shells it was illegal to remove.
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So of course most of them were perfect.
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It was hard not to slip a few into my pocket.
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There was no one around and they were so pretty.
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But I chose to do the right thing and did what others do.
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Found a perch and left my favorite (look at those colors!) for future beach walkers to enjoy.
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And then it was back to the trees.
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Those marvelously twisted…
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Skeletal trees.
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Needless to say it was against the law to remove the driftwood as well.
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A driftwood selfie was the best I could do.
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❤️
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Yes, it’s another photo filled post of Boneyard Beach at Botany Bay preserve.
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I’d say I can’t help myself, but I could. I just don’t want to.
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We loved this place and I want you to love it too.
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It was truly one the weirdest natural wonders we’ve ever explored.
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The husband insisted I take this next picture.
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Clearly size is important to men.
Some of the wood was gnarly, some dried out and some twisted.
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But this piece was marvelously swirled.
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As we walked farther down the beach the trees were really piled up.
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Each weirder than the last.
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As we rounded a bend we found areas where shells had been strategically placed.
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It’s illegal to collect and remove things from this beach so people get creative.
It’s a wonderful way to conserve the beauty but this treeless stretch had some amazing shells that were hard to leave behind.
My husband, not caring about shells… found something else photo worthy.
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I can’t imagine why.
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I wouldn’t be lying if I told you I took hundreds of pictures of this beach during our trip.
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And while I promise I won’t share them all…
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I am going to post quite a few.
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It was just that good.
The trees.
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The sky.
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The shapes.
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The weird and wonderful sculptures of nature.
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I see a person running here, anyone else?
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❤️
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Day 7, the last full day of our southern anniversary vacation started like the previous 6… with a card.
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This trip was our gift to each other so I opted for a card a day instead.
I’m thoughtful that way. 😉
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It also started with the malfunction of my very last can of (the now reformulated and totally awful Aussie instant freeze… may a pox fall upon their houses and render every last one of the executives bald) hairspray.
Oh, the horror!
With my drastically unsecured hairdo, we headed out that morning to buy a thank you gift for our neighbor who was caring for Lord Dudley Mountcatten in our absence. On the way out of the store I chuckled at the appropriate license plate of the elderly owner.
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And speaking of moss…
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We decided to make the most of our last day and return to the Botany Bay preserve to fully explore Boneyard Beach at low tide.
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Passing under that gorgeous canopy of trees again on the way in.
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It never got old.
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Our previous two trips to the beach were shortened first by loss of daylight and then by rising tide.
We hoped for better viewing this time.
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I know the pictures don’t do it justice…
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But you have to trust me, this place was amazing in person.
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Even with bad hair and high winds.
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The skeletal remains of all those trees made it feel like another planet.
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Or maybe this one after some kind of Planet of the Apes scenario.
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Look…
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My husband smiled, so you know it was special.
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I swear if I lived in this area I’d be here everyday…
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❤️
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After an interesting but not nearly long enough tour of Fort Sumter, we disembarked the ferry and spotted a resort with a highly recommended restaurant called the Fish House.
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Arriving at 4:00pm since we’d skipped lunch…
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We had the place to ourselves for a short while and moseyed up to the bar.
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One Harborview with Cathead Honeysuckle Vodka, Lemon Simple Syrup, Prosecco, and fresh basil in… things were looking good.
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The view on one side was the USS Yorktown… which I wanted to tour but with only an hour before it closed and $100 for two tickets the husband said no. He’s lived on those ships and had no desire to pay to see another.
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Low country shrimp appetizer? Yummy.
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A Siren’s Mule with Mount Gay Rum, Ginger Beer, Lemon Simple Syrup, Mint Leaf, Lime and Blue Curacao?
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Even better.
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We had to laugh at the menu typo and passed on the She Carb soup.
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Husband had the lobster ravioli which he said was wonderful and silly me… who thought since I was down south I should try local seafood… ordered the tilefish.
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Word of advice – do not order the tilefish.
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The sauce? Flavorful. The risotto? Creamy. The charred lemon broccoli? Perfect.
The tilefish?
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I think this fish made out of actual tile in the rest room would have tasted better.
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This one as well.
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Yup. Those too.
Lesson learned? If you don’t know what it is, don’t order it.
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Bad fish aside, it was a nice place.
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It must have been because we stayed until after dark and the beast of a Lincoln was lighting our way when we left.
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At least we had good timing for some beautiful Charleston skies on the way back.
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