For the last week I’ve been enjoying warm snow-free days on Kiawah Island, a vacation spot off the coast of South Carolina. One of the joys of being here (apart from the weather, of course) is seeing plants I can’t identify. This isn’t because they are rare, it’s because they are unfamiliar, and in vacation mode I can’t find the energy to look them up. Cycling around the island, with the sun warm on my shoulders, I simply enjoy what I see.
Sun shining through palm fronds catches my eye wherever I look, particularly towards the end of the day when the sun comes aslant.
Patterns are everywhere, whether I look straight ahead at a tree trunk …
or up at branches silhouetted against the sky.
From the top of an observation tower I looked down and marvelled at the delicacy of candles on a pine tree.
On the same tree, what looked like tiny pine cones in formation were as purple as heather on a Scottish hillside.
The bark of this tree was beautifully patterned as well.
Trees and palms aren’t the only thing to catch my eye. Or my ears. This past week the talk here has all been political, as Republicans prepared to vote in the South Carolina primary. And it hasn’t ended — the Democratic primary takes place next weekend. In light of the political maneuverings, ordinary grasses take on a special character.
With a bit of imagination, even shadows tell a story.