Saturday sunrise. I’ve gotten to start and end a lot of days at the beach this summer. I’ve got to meet a lot of special people. This is the last weekend before school starts, so it feels like goodbye to summer. Sweet sweet summertime.
275 years old. Home to all kinds of wildlife, resurrection ferns and Spanish moss. Shady witness to summer strolls, proposals and weddings from antebellum days to present. Secret keepers. *p.s. I’m a tree-climbing tree-hugging tree-lover.
Squeezing every drop of sunshine from the last week of summer. Tomorrow she turns 12. Next Wednesday school starts. But today my 11-year old darling asked if we could jump down into the marsh and explore. This whole area is usually covered in water. We caught a low tide on a hot day. It was a first, but certainly not the last time. And I LOVE that she loves hunting for shells and finding crabs and generally “being” out in this wild lowcountry terrain.