My Second Home
I can never get enough of this elegant city with her moss-draped trees, enchanting gardens, and centuries-old homes. The weather ain’t too bad either, at least for nine months out of the year. The people are hospitable, what’d you expect in the Deep South, and the cuisine is to die for, particularly the seafood, both cooked and raw. My husband, a history buff, insisted we stop in at Magnolia Cemetery. Turns out cemeteries are great places to adopt character’s names.
The Lowcountry of South Carolina is the setting for many of my novels. I’m transported back to my childhood every moment I spend with my characters. I’ve started dreaming about Charleston. One day I may make it my second home.
Sweetgrass baskets are, in fact, a true Charleston treasure. Women and men alike have been making sweetgrass baskets for more than 300 years. No two baskets are the same. Today, vendors sell baskets in the marketplace in downtown Charleston as well as along Highway 17 in Mount Pleasant. Restaurants use the sweetgrass baskets to pass bread to their clients and municipal buildings display them in plexiglass cases. The fine, lacey grass in the far right picture is the sweetgrass from which the baskets are made.