May is one of the finest months to be in the lowcountry.

There's formal dancing, lilies erupt, the mulberries (first berries of the season from the hostel's bounty) are ripening.

Later this month, the absolutely fabulous Spoleto Festival USA rolls in. Can't wait.

  Mulberries taste mighty fine in waffles.  
  My brother, formerly a hostel inhabitant, has gone and bought himself a house-boat. Here he is, on sweet Baby Grand.