Hello from Beaufort, South Carolina. Haven't seen the Savannah-like old town yet but have driven along streets draped with Spanish moss & the wondrous Cypress Wetlands, a small wildlife refuge that hosts hundreds of species of birds (egrets, herons, roseate spoonbills, & oddly, the midwestern red-winged blackbird), some year-round, some migratory. We were there for the annual roosting season & saw many acrobatic bird babies. Also alligators & turtles.
I must look like a city slicker because a couple, not that young, came up the boardwalk & excitedly said: watch out for the alligators! they're fighting & there's lots of them! I was alarmed but there was no such shenanigans going on.
All this nature is making me miss art & city life & people: One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes—I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless i know there's a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life.(Frank O'Hara)