Cymande and I spent Thankgiving by the marsh on St. Helena Island with her parents, sister and friends. I started Thanksgiving day with a butter-fueled smoke show, but out of the ashes rose a dozen cinnamon rolls (Cymande insists I report them as delicious). Outside we spotted some yellow-rumped warblers and bluebirds. Inside, the larger flightless turkey reached the perfect temperature. We were all thankful. The food was truly memorable and delicious.
There was good cheese, good wine, good music, and a goofy dance Cambridge made up herself. We toured Baxter Oaks with one of the proud developers. You can see from whence Cymande's smile came.
Upon our return to Lake City we were presented with a complete double rainbow that arched across the back of our property.
If you really used your imagination you might imagine its origin at the base of the soon to be dedicated Chicken Chapel (fully sided and painted, only the interior awaiting completion). Cymande would call it le Palais de Poulet but its style is more Plymouth than Versailles. Ahh...Florida...land of rainbows and rednecks.
