On Sunny Lane: The Journey Begins

Sweetheart and I began our trip to Myrtle Beach at 6:30 a.m., or, as Sweetheart likes to say, at the crack of dawn.

After a grueling drive on the highways and bi-ways, (with a little assistance from SIRI), we arrived at our nephew’s house in Little River.

Now, when I travel, I like to soak up the local culture and cuisine. The first thing we did that evening was to go to the Barbecue House and have some beef brisket, even though it was past our usual supper time.

The next morning we went to Mama Jean’s Restaurant for breakfast. I had bacon, eggs and grits. I always want to have grits when I’m south of the Mason-Dixon Line. Hers was the only restaurant that served down-home cooking. The other restaurants were upscale establishments that served fancy entrees. 

Since Myrtle Beach is so close to the ocean, I wanted to get some seafood, so we went to Cape Fear for supper. The food was as good as Mama Jean’s, but the ambience was more upscale and the food a little fancier. We had a plate of shrimp and lobster tails. Sometimes it’s better if you just cook it plain and put some butter on it, though.

We spent the first morning of our adventure at Brook Green Garden, just a little west of the beach. It contained the usual trees, plants, flowers and ponds, but the charm of it was all of the sculptures that were exhibited throughout the garden. There were more than 2,000 pieces in the park.  How does a person take it all in? 

The sculptures were many different sizes,of many different subjects, done in many different mediums, by many different artists. Some favorite themes of the figures were horses and the human form (especially the female form). 

The more I strolled along the pathways, the more I admired the beauty of all that I saw. The more I admired the beauty, the more I was awestruck by the talent that went into making the configurations. The whole walk through the wilds of the garden and the artistry gave me a sense of peace and tranquility. Perhaps, the flowers and the plants and the trees and the ponds and the sculptures were designed to do just that. 

It made me want to get a sculpture of my own for my own flower garden, as small as it is. If I can’t find one, I may have to make one of my own. We’ll see.

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Dorothy is the author of two books—“Miles and Miracles” and “Getting It All Together “. You can purchase a book or send a comment by emailing her at dorothybutzknight@gmail.com