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I live in heaven btw… if you were wondering.

Brookgreen, you are everything to me.




I always say autumn is my favorite time of the year, then winter happens and I go insane. Here along the coast, the Lowcountry azalea season is always the thing that picks me right back up.

No place brings me as much joy and comfort as the swamps along the coastal plains.


You can find me here.

Home will never lose its magic.


Thinking about Pisgah.



Mondays aren’t too bad. I’m glad I can still walk out my back door and end up here - just like I use to.

Fancy stuff last night. I guess it warrants a selfie.


I love an Egret and a swamp :)


Do you love the color of the sky?


Cades Cove, Great Smoky Mountain National Park - TN

Last night the mountains graced me with one of my favorite views. Post-storm mountain fog. I was often drawn to the Appalachians when the weather forecast was rainy. It’s something about those summer storms and the glowy green forest that contrasts with the gray sky. Then the leftover clouds hovering the mountains. I sat on the porch and just reveled in this view. This time, instead of the novelty, it felt familiar. Like sitting with an old friend.



I’ll never get over Max Patch

Who knows how many sunsets have graced my walks across this marsh over the years. I love this time of year when the marsh marigolds (I think that’s what they are) are in bloom.

Trying to outrun the storm on the Winyah Bay.




I learned the hard way what life is like without the salt marsh. I won’t make that mistake again.




Dinner from the garden. Tomatoes, herbs, and squash off the patio, and eggplants and zucchini from my old neighbor’s garden down the road. Mushrooms from the farmer’s stand on the island. All coming together with some pasta and Parmesan cream sauce. It was delicious. Who wants dinner?





Exploring the Waccamaw River and surrounding creeks via kayak today. Any day spent around the water and bald cypress trees is a good day in my book. And yes, we did see a gator, but as usual, he could have cared less about us.



Following that sunset west. I’m going to the mountains.