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summer in the south

August 23, 2014

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named the ‘devil’s elbow cottage,’ our sweet, abode is nestled among 300 year live oaks.

we watch over the marshes and waters of the pinckney island wildlife refuge, in what’s called “low-country;” a snippet of south carolina’s most beautiful and historical land.

for one week, we have made merry on this 150 acre private island.

from hour one we were in deep smit.

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with a front porch made for afternoon, sipping of sweet tea, we spy on baby dear and a neighborhood of great egrets play in the bog.

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tea for him, coffee for me; a screened porch for us both.

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scrambled eggs and a smile every morning for the boy i adore.

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early mornings {when the temperature is in the cool 90’s} we meander through different parts of the quag; a hose down at our dock is always our final stop.

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late-afternoon cocktail hour adjourns under the palmettos and myrtle oaks.

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i really don’t see the need for a car.

yes, it is hotter than georgia asphalt, but i can always nose out a breeze.

my husband disagrees vehemently with these statements; the only fight between us concerns the use of air conditioning.

if i had my way we’d eliminate it completely.

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i swing for hours.

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and we find a church so stinking adorable, i become a believer right there on the spot.

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south carolina’s history is inescapable.

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even in the 19th century, the people of low-country revered their pets.

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in this building i have the meal of a lifetime: an endive/arugula salad drizzled with black truffle vinegarette, a cheese plate so good i ask for smelling salts, and a blackberry cobbler topped with homemade brown butter ice cream that will haunt my culinary dreams for years to come.

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i make a friend.

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 reading spots, with every possible view, are uncovered each day.

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there may have been some pampering.

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the look of not wanting to go home.

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the seduction continues for one more day.

i don’t know what i’ll miss most about this trip.

the night-blooming jasmine providing a sweet, fragrant balm from sunrise to sunset?

the surround-sound sonata of cicadas harmonizing within the live oaks, heavy with spanish moss drapery?

i’m already yearning for more thunder and lightning storms who show up unannounced, smack in the middle, of a sunny, hot day.

and i regretfully admit to my new attachment to this salty, muggy air that has transformed my hair and skin back to a shiny, dewiness i haven’t seen in 20 years.

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but most of all i’ll miss this time with my man. we hardly get these long stretches together, and i’ve bottled these memories up to last me until next time.

so….until next time.

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thoughts on a thursday morning….

June 19, 2014

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even though, calendar-wise, we’re still technically in spring, around here the neighborhood air is coconut suncreen-scented, and beach-cruisers outnumber bmw’s.

summer has arrived.

here are some other undeniable things happening in my world:

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berries are abundant.

it’s no secret to you m’loves that i’ve been having fun with these sweet, mouth-watering candies.

i’m still doing my strawberry water and our backyard bush is on its very last bloom.

but i just stumbled across this summer berry PUDDING and i am an obsessed catnipped kitten.

have you even heard of “berry pudding”!?!

that’s like the best two words EVER coming together and having a baby.

like: prada sale, cheese plate, pre-nup, or phen-fen….

maybe one of my culinary readers will venture a make of this delicious recipe…

for now i’m just going to fantasize about berry pudding.

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one should never underestimate the power of puppy breath.

even if you’re a cat person, i dare you to find yourself a pup, and not be boiled over with giggles and oxytocin.

and stay out of the pet stores…so many shelters are teeming with adorable puppies needing volunteers for walks and companionship; just an hour a week can make a difference in your mood.

i dare you.

AND if this video of a puppy litter’s first swim doesn’t cure your summertime blues maybe you should just switch to barbiturates in your green smoothie.

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speaking of mind-altering substances….gotta give a big shout out to my newest supporter.

thanks granny.

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and not that you need a reminder, but they still install “wash your hands” signs in restrooms.

yesterday i had a migraine that gave waterboarding a run for its tortuous money.

i wanted to call in “pissy” to work, but it was too late to find a sub.

instead i walked around for the first part of my morning with my headache as the center of my universe; expecting the rest of the universe to act accordingly.

it took effort for me to be kind.

i did need a reminder, and got one.

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a student….going through pain herself, not a migraine, but just as raw; something i could unfortunately share in the experience of.

loving on her and trying to show her kindness actually made me forget about my stupid head; all i felt was love and compassion even though i was so sad for her.

we are never alone; even in our pain.

sometimes, often times, sharing or focusing on the fact that there are others who are feeling just as bad as us, and can use support, is often the remedy we need to solve our own crisis.

at least that’s how it seems to work for me…

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so there are my thursday thoughts.

wishing you a day full of puppy kisses, sunny skies worthy of coconut sunscreen, and the gift of feeling compassion for someone else.

love,

katie

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what are you looking for?

May 22, 2014

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what we see depends on what we look for?

are you the type who always sees the silver lining? even in a skimpy, 30-thread count, broadcloth, burlap, barely-there blanket?

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is every morning a 400 color-count crayon box of happy? is the world a sea of opportunities for smiling, high-fiving, a runway for impromptu somersaults and general hoopla?

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or do you tend to notice only the bitter; the poppyseed-sized grey cloud in a sky, marine blue, with sunshine?

do you sometimes find yourself waking up, looking for a fight?

do you ride that honda civic’s bumper just because his shade of red reminds you of your rival college mascot?

do you sometimes stand a little too militaristic in the coffee line when all that person behind you wants to see is what’s in the danish counter–they’re NOT trying to cut in front of you, but you almost would like them to try. it’s been a while since you’ve been to kickboxing class, and you’re not sure if you still got that “uppercut.”

back in the car, are you screaming at the top of your already comprimised lungs when that molten lava hot {aka coffee} escapes down the side rim of your so-called tightly sealed lid, burning your chin and landing, SPLAT!, on your crisp, white, linen, shirt.

all could have been avoided had you just taken the time to relax, calm down, and not been so eager to aggressively jackhammer your drink down your throat…presuming today, the world was out to piss you off.

i’m so guilty of this.

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i’ll have a spin room crammed full of people i love, dancing their faces off in the dark; one beat, 35 souls and a magic that can’t be bottled up and sold. yet with one swipe of an idex finger, a corner lights up with a cell phone, and i turn into sleeping beauty’s, fire-breathing dragon.

despite all the goodness around me, i allow an insect of rudeness to ruin my party.

it’s 100% MY choice, 1000% my fault.

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we are handcuffed to the lenses we choose.

and make no mistake, perspective is ALWAYS our choice, we have only ourselves to blame.

people will always lack manners, coffee spills, cellphones happen….how we respond is up to us.

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today i’m making a planned effort to seek out the silly; to find the sweet in what might, at first taste bitter. the forecast calls for hazy skies with scattered clouds, but i am only going to see and smell the sunshine.

which lens will you choose today?

thursday happy to you m’loves..

love,

katie

 

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