Where I Come From

The popular country song follows that with line with ... cornbread and chicken. And, of course, being from the South, cornbread and chicken is a definite given. A really, really good given. But, there is so much more. For I am blessed to call the Lowcountry of South Carolina home.

In my backyard massive oaks spread their limbs, dressed with romantic draping spanish moss while Resurrection ferns climb their branches.........

An evening stroll to the end of the block......

Viewed from the end of the dock, a shrimp boat waits for morning and dolphins play......

Where voices raised in song spill out, beckon you to enter. Peace enters your soul ........

This place I call home is a magical, inspring, beautiful corner of the world. A place where you know your neighbors, shop at the local butcher and buy your seafood fresh from one of the last oyster shucking houses on the coast. Where the sandbar is the social center for all ages. Where we fight hard to protect our magnificent May River and all the bounty and beauty and livelihood she provides.

I am blessed. This is where I call home.......

The marshes and waterways I call home are so erringly similar to those of Lousiana, Mississippi and Alabama. Say a prayer. An on your knees prayer. May their blessed home be safe and may they find a solution to this horrific nighmare. God's peace be with them.


Salut!
Lynn