On my birthday we went to the magical swamp land known as Cypress Gardens. I loved it even through the sweat. Rowing through lilly pads and under bridges, surrounded by trees and their shadows, was the best way to spend a birthday. No aligators were spotted until on the drive back to Charleston, which is okay by me.
We began the day with eggs, grits, housemade sausage, sunflower toast, and good coffee here and ended it with pasta, pizza, and prosecco here (and then here for after dinner coffee). If every day were as nice as this day was, I'd die.
