Jeanne says they're all in love with the white duck because she's so different from the lone, colorless female mallard living down the beach. The weather is perfect this time of year. Not too hot and not too humid, and at night a brisk breeze comes in off the water. When we moved in here four days ago, we flung open the French doors to let in the sea breezes and wondered if there would be bugs. There weren't, and we haven't closed them since - day or night.
Food is a problem though.
We can't leave it alone. Each morning we vow not to eat as much as we did the day before. Then we order bacon, grits, and biscuits and honey for breakfast. Thirty minutes later we're across the street slurping butter pecan ice cream cones and chocolate sodas. Last night we had shrimp Creole that was as good as the one my Aunt Octavia used to take all day and a fifth of bourbon to make.