This is Lolly, the loblolly pine from which we had the tree company remove dangling branches after Hurricane Matthew. It is surrounded by a ground cover that had escaped and tried to take over the backyard. I spent two days pulling it out of the lawn and shaping it back into a tidy circle, and three more days scratching sand gnat bites.
Behind Lolly is a woods with a border of azaleas, Chinese fringe, an old crepe Myrtle we couldn't tell if dead or alive, camellias, killer vines, and goodness knows what else. Unidentified things keep surprising us and bursting into bloom.
On the east side is our new vegetable garden and a gift from our neighbor, a fig tree.
We mentioned we were looking to buy one and a few days later, Malcolm came to the door with his shovel and Phineas the Fig and said, "Where do you want it?" Really, how many people have a spare fig tree laying around?
We have hit the neighborly jackpot when we landed in this neighborhood!
Behind the fence is the vegetable-garden-in-progress. The peas are doing nicely.
I'm showing you these photos now because we are supposed to have a killer freeze tomorrow night, 25F after days of temps in the high 70s and even 80s. Bye-bye flowers.
Yesterday we were zipping down the highway south through the Francis Marion National Forest and I spotted something I've never seen before: a litter of wild pig babies rooting in the grass alongside the forest, 8 feet from the road! I think there were five.
They looked just like this guy except a little younger and had their snouts buried in the new grass eating breakfast.
The adults are mean and scary and popular to hunt at fancy hunt clubs down here.
The Writer was once in a Jeep when a herd of wild boars began attacking the vehicle. We sped on by, not taking any chances that Mama would appear and take a dislike to white Toyotas with a photographer hanging out the window! (This photo is from the State DNR website.)