Seeing it

I made a couple of new friends while out visiting old friends in South Carolina. They took us around their family’s home place. We all but tripped over history the entire afternoon.



A grist mill. I loved seeing and hearing the rush of water.





We went inside.











Upstairs were a few rooms.





And one gorgeous, beautiful luna moth.


I wanted to pet it and bring it home with me but I couldn’t. It was so perfectly pretty right where she was. Seeing it made me feel lucky.


At an old cemetery under the shade of a huge tree, we paused at the grave of David Rogerson Williams, the 45th governor of South Carolina from 1814 - 1816.


His family is here.






We pulled over beside an open field where our host told us Indian artifacts had been discovered: 900-year-old pottery, tools, and arrowheads. An entire village had been there once, right where we were. That could set the head to spinning.

All that history so close at hand.


I had to wonder about the trees and all the things they must have seen over the years. Soldiers passing through on horseback and on foot. Native Americans hunting with spears.


On our next trip out, I hope I can see all this again and hear the same stories.