On our first trip out of the neighborhood after liberating the car from the snowpacked driveway on Saturday, Sasso and I ventured out to Carolina North Forest for a brisk and slippery morning
We got somewhere between 4.5 and 6 inches of snow on Wednesday night. Until Thursday morning, the snow this winter has been like the sugar on mini-wheats–a pretty coating adding a certain glamour to a fundamentally recognizable breakfast cereal.
On Thursday morning I woke up in a whole different world.
A friend of mine–who lives here, but isn’t from here (obviously)–posted on Facebook this morning:
My impersonation of most of North Carolina right now: “Winter is lasting for TWO weeks this year! George R. R. Martin was right! I wish it was humid and sweaty and terrible like it always is!” I love you nutty people, even if I don’t understand you.
And I was starting to feel pressure to get our garden up and running Continue reading
And I do mean that literally: our actual backyard, not Chapel Hill or North Carolina or North America or Planet Earth or any other metaphorical backyard.
January was a busy month–busy with work and traveling to DC for work, and also busy with combating a cold followed by a sinus infection followed by the desire to hibernate for the rest of the winter (not that it’s been anything really like “winter” here this year). So I haven’t had any time to travel.
But not all adventures start when you leave your own driveway. And our yard is an adventure in itself. It’s the kind of place a child, or an adult who remembers being a child, or a hound, can find nooks and crannies and leafy forts to hide in while getting lost in dreams . . . and quite possibly getting physically lost too.
Here’s a pretty view from our driveway on a sunny day:
On Sunday morning we headed for the one thing we were sure wasn’t closed: the beach!
After a delightful night curled up in a soft, cushy hotel bed and a breakfast of kale smoothies to pre-atone for our later culinary sins, we headed off to see Drayton Hall. We’d done some research, and discovered that of the approximately 4 plantations in the Charleston area, only Drayton Hall still had the original plantation house.