Last Saturday morning I was waking up in a strange place. A week later, it's beginning to feel like home, at least a little bit. We had a couple days in the 90sF with 95% humidity that left me feeling like a pool of melted butter, but we have also had some beautiful days and nights in the 60s and 70s, too.
I love these little fruit and veg stands along the road that appear everywhere, especially on weekends. Can you believe it, local peaches, watermelons, and tomatoes already?
This one was in front of a thrift store on the highway near Ridgeland, the closest town to where I live.
Ridgeland was first called Gopher Hill after the Gopher tortoises that live here. We saw one in the yard Thursday, lumbering along. They are about 10 inches long, live up to 60 years, and build underground tunnels 40 feet long with their powerful digging legs. I was too excited to get a photo of the one in the yard. This sculpture is in pretty little park in town.
Ridgeland was later renamed for its place on a ridge between Charleston and Savannah.
We live on an island on a tiny little road in a typical Lowcountry house, with sandy soil and trees, deer and raccoons, birdsong all day long, and Spanish moss swaying in the trees. The deck is a few yards off the water and the tides bring in lots of feeding water birds. And every night the sky is a different painting in progress. It's mesmerizing to watch and a great place to be retired and have time to do that!