It's a rainy day, It's a rainy day, It's raining outside and we can't go out and play.
...Except we do anyways. But not to the beach because that would be dumb. Instead we drive down to Charleston, where it's not really raining but a bit grey and cool.
We begin the day following this path, which is supposed to lead us on a self-guided garden tour.
They may want to reconsider naming it the church and cemetery tour.
We do see some plants and flowers, however, and of course, we take pictures of them, because of course these plants and flowers are unique and special.
We also see some fantastic houses. I want to buy one but God has not yet seen it fit for me to win the lottery so I must wait until he provides me with a vision of the winning numbers. Lottery winning is the type of prayer that God concerns himself with after all.
We have a tasty lunch at Poogan's Porch, where we eat some alligator. Not this one though. He's still alive and thrashing as far as I know.
We then go to the market where we see a lot of ladies weaving baskets from sawgrass. I am not sure they are aware of the laws of supply and demand, as there was a lot of supply and not so much demand yet no one offered a better price. Maybe they are all members of the sawgrass basket weaving union.
Luckily for us, it never really rains and the only water we see is in the many fountains around town.
My brothers claim that this one is named Golden Shower. I really should disown them.
Instead I take a picture with them. They're family. What can you do?
2 comments:
There is absolutely no doubt it was "Golden Shower". And the girl is enjoying it anyway.
What kind of red and yellow flower is that? Gorgeous pictures!
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