After BJ finished wrapping up the last of his work
notes on the computer repair job he’d just completed, and clocking out of
work today (4
pm), he wanted to go play.But what to do …Golf? A walk on the beach?? a bike ride???
We wound up driving to nearby Brookgreen Gardens then walking their entire formal
botanical/sculpture gardens and several of the extensive trails through the old
rice fields as well. The Gardens at
Brookgreen focus upon Southeastern NA native
plants…..iris and other bulbs, azalea 3
meters tall, wisteria, jasmine and
honeysuckle vines, dogwood, crab-apple,
redbud, magnolia, tees were all in bloom. The warm evening air was like perfume.
Combined with the lovely colors of the
setting sun it was almost magical.
After
that we stopped at a family run oyster house.
Local oysters are available for harvesting in every month that has an
‘R’ in it, so this is the last month we will be able to get any local oysters
until next September. During the summer
they ship in Gulf coast oysters from Texas,
but I don’t think they taste as good. We’d
intended to just get an appetizer and go home for a supper of shrimp and grits,
but after that long walk, we were famished.
We rationalized, “It IS the LAST TIME we’ll have a chance to get local
oysters for a long while”; so we wound up eating an entire oyster roast dinner. Salad, corn, boiled potatoes, and hush
puppies (hp s are like deep-fried sweet
cornmeal donut holes) were the sides
that came with the meal. It was a
wonderful meal. (I inserted this comment on 5/3/10… “obviously this was
written before the gulf oil platform
melt down. We are being told that
the Gulf of Mexico oysters/shrimp may be
oil tainted and unavailable for years, which will probably push the cost of our
local SE Atlantic oysters and shrimp out of
reach when they come back into season”.) I hope not. Eating whole pots of roasted local oysters are one of the true joys of living on the East Coast
We
got home at about 8pm. I collapsed into
a state of contentment on the couch and watched a PBS documentary on the life
of Buddha. It seemed a perfect way to
end a perfect evening.
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