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fiedmont, because Lee irott and 1 were scheduled to spend most of the last two weeks of October in the Low country of South Carolina, on one of the barrier islands — Pawleys Island, to be exact.
There we observed, photographed, and led field trips to see live oaks and Laughing Gulls, yaupon holly and Yellowlegs, Sanderlings and Spanish moss, water oaks and Willets, and even a Loggerhead Shrike perched silent and watchful in a tree covered with hanging clumps of usnea lichen.
All of that, plus a near-miss from Hurricane Irene. Dennis and Floyd missed Pawleys Island, but Irene seemed imminent for a time, when we thought we would be evacuated.
Two days before the storm, waves — very close to Sea View Inn — towered and crashed, rain pelted down and wind lashed the dunes. When Irene passed far out to sea, the sky turned a luminous saffron that faded as darkness descended. The next day was mild and serene with a sky of intense blue. It was like awakening after a fearful nightmare to the sense that it was all over and life is secure.
We drove back to Virginia into a conflagration of autumn color: fiery maples, scarlet black gums, deep burgundy red of dogwoods, burnt orange of sassafras and buttery yellow of tulip trees and hickories. We hadn’t missed it after all.
Every hue, tone and shade of the color spectrum was represented except blue — a cloudless October sky provided that — and green, contributed by the reassuring stability of pines and cedars.
It was at the bird feeder that the most dramatic change from summer to autumn had occurred. Daily visits by Ellen and Jonathan
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