We are at another Harvest Host sight. It is a farm called Legare Farm. It has been in the family for 9 generations. They have 300 acres, and lease another large area next door. Family members have houses scattered around the property. Not sure what the other generations grew, but they used to do sod, now they are now mostly raising organic, non hormone beef and pork. Some veges. They also do Agrotourism. It means farm tours, school field trips, petting zoo kind of thing, mudders race( mud racing), civil war enactments. We got here as the field trips were leaving and it is quiet the rest of the weekend. We are parked in a large lot, all by ourselves. Helen our host said we could walk around and check out the farm, other than that we can stay as long as we like.
Large oaks with Spanish moss, fall trees. Back roads South Carolina. On our way to John’s Island. It is named after the St John’s parish, but sounds like a place John should visit.
John at the gate, our private campground.
The pumpkin patch still left over from Halloween. Somehow palm trees and Halloween don’t seem to go together. I lived in the north too long I guess. I am such a city girl I thought the pigs were really cute. Esp this little red one. Helen told us there were lots of pigs loose, but they would not bother us. They love the wild grapes and acorns, so in the fall they break out to eat them. We saw lots of loose pigs and could hear grunting,growling and rustling in the bushes.
This boar was cute too. Interesting farm rigs and machinery rusting on the farm.
A pond with lots of wild birds. We saw mostly a couple types of herons and egrets. A really sweet donkey. All the animals looked really healthy and clean. The pigs did not even stink.
These guys either were really glad to see us or thought we would feet them. At the edge of the property there were cows under the moss covered oaks and the salt marsh. There are lots of little islands around Charleston, they call it the low country.
The palm trees with morning sun. They also have a palm tree patch, across from the pumpkin patch.
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