I've been going out to Kiawah a lot for work. It's a healthy forty five minutes out of town but I always look forward to the drive. The island is quiet and perfectly manicured and everyone knows everyone's name. Island life ain't bad.
At the farmers market on Saturday I bought three rounds of beets. I don't know what got into me, I just kept buying more—each bunch more glorious than the last.
And we're back on the porch. It's a bit warmer these days but there's still nothing like it. It feels like SUMMER.
My sweetest sweet friends Helen and Josh came with me to the farm this weekend. I've been desperately missing Arkansas and had a Garden Summer screening scheduled at the county library.
We had a BIG TIME. We went water skiing, cliff jumping, jet skiing, shot shotguns, did cartwheels, and Josh was bit by a bull mastiff (nothing too serious but quite the event). I didn't tote my camera around much because I was so excited to just be where I was. We took THIS morning stroll and visited some kittens and picked up some chigger bites.
On Sunday we were supposed to float the river but we woke up to a black sky and cool weather. SO we made brunch instead. We really went all out—fresh cut flowers! Bacon! Pineapple!
*Ben accidentally took my memory card with him. I've been without a camera for the last week. Fingers crossed it comes today in the mail.
Last Sunday we floated down the Edisto River. I feel so passionately about this yearly event, I have a hard time putting the experience into words. Everyone turns into loud, raucous children. There is a rope swing. There are floating coolers. There are chicken fights. There is SO MUCH LAUGHING.
We spent our last night moored off of Norman Island. On a whim we took the dingy to shore looking for a bloody mary. WE DIDN'T RETURN FOR SIX HOURS. We played oversized jenga, and bobbed around to more reggae. There was this aggressive game of volleyball. My knees are skinned up from diving and ben woke up with splinters in his feet. Damnit it was fun.