A Simple Saturday in South Carolina

I told Nick that I didn’t want to go to breakfast on Saturday morning. I had eaten too much this week and really needed to get a grip. I love to bake. But big-butt-butterballs, the stuff is tasty and goes right to my butt and gut, without passing go.

It was grey and drab when I got up. I did my morning writing, which is how I start my day. Some people blow their nose to clean out their brain. I write.

By the time I finished my writing, The Sun came out and the skies had turned into my wonderful Carolina Blue.

“Hey, want to go to breakfast?” I said.

“You said you didn’t want to go.”

“I changed my mind, The Sun is out and I think we should go play.”

After dropping The Boy off at camp, we bopped to Lake Wylie.

Ok. I scored points. I only ate half my waffle. Can someone please give me a star?

Hey, it was a victory.

We went to Publix to get some nice lettuce and fresh veggies. I don’t care for the produce at some of the other stores. Publix is expensive, but we didn’t buy much, but what we bought seemed good. Of course, you never know with fresh fruits and vegetables, until you taste them. Often, they are tasteless. It seems they have modified the fruits and vegetables of look pretty and last on your counter for 6-months, but they did it at the price of taste.

It was glorious out, and after the last three or more weeks of coughing, feeling iffy, and surgery, we were ready to go for it. Take the roads by storm and find the little things that bring us such joy.

There is a road, 55, that is lined with pine trees. It makes me feel like we are driving through a glorious woods. We lose cell reception, which can be nice, unless you are talking with a friend. Whoops.

We scanned Clover as we drove through and checked out how many people were at Victoria’s Diner.

The road to York, SC is 321. That is one of my go-to roads, as it hosts Sander’s Peach Stand, The Peach Tree and Bush N Vine, markets.

Sanders and The Peach Tree are closed for the season. Bush N Vine is open, but with only some root vegetables and some greens.

But that didn’t stop us from mentioning and, in our minds, flashing forward to spring, when the markets come alive. I stopped in the Bush N Vine the other day and they said their strawberries would be ready mid-February.

Can’t wait.

We drove by the fields where the strawberries are planted. The big sheets of plastic were pulled back. They have to be spread across the strawberries when the weather gets really cold. Can you say, labor intensive?

I mentioned that I can’ wait for their strawberry ice cream. Mind you, I was still full from breakfast.

The Main Street in York was blocked off for a MartinLuther King parade. Local policeman stood around, talking and making sure that Mayberry/York would shine for the parade.

We drove up and down the side streets because we love to see the old houses. Each time, we see new things. One thing I love about winter is that you can see things you don’t see when the trees are full of leaves.

I must have commented on how much I love Magnolia trees, about 12 themes. Almost every time I see one, I say, “I love Magnolia trees.”

Nick commented on all of the porches on big houses and small. Down here on the old houses, porches were on them whether large or small. In the south, that porch is important. Especially if the house doesn’t have air conditioning.

We passed the building that housed a circus in the winter. That always makes me nostalgic.

And then, on a street behind the Main Street, we saw the local marching band. In full uniform, they stood around, not yet playing of in formation. But I think, they were the parade.

I always get happy when I see a high school marching band. Being a life-long majorette and strutter, I am ready to get out and march at any time. I really could strut. And I had a good majorette smile.

Our ride home was down 49. It is a lovely road with so

Houses and stands of trees androlling land. It is still country. And we know that road takes us to the road that takes us home.

We came home buoyed by a bit of normalcy and living an everyday life. We saw more than illness and listened to more than coughing, and enjoyed our time together.

When we got home, Nick finished making his famous, (well, good), chicken soup. We ate a bowl of it and I said, “This will heal us.”

And I think it will.

Godspeed and chicken soup to you,



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