My favorite time to be in this pretty village is on a foggy morning in
late winter. Wander through the Old Point to watch the marsh come into
focus beyond stately old homes. Long-armed live oaks form a leafy frame
made ghostly by dripping moss. Birds begin spring early here, singing
sweetly and warming the day with cheer. Wind back down still-quiet Bay
Street, where a few early risers amble toward the marina or to a big
breakfast at Blackstone's Café on Scott Street. This eatery is a local
favorite featuring home-style shrimp and grits, crab cakes, and salmon
omelets. Before ending my sojourn, I make one last stop at The Parish
Church of St. Helena, where the promise of the upcoming season of
renewal sets a hopeful tone for my day. --Annette Thompson
