Loblolly pine from the Upstate was robust, had darker leaves, trunks, and uniform cluster formation, yet the pine in the Lowcountry I believed to be some variation of Southern pine. The pine there had thinner trunks, lighter pine needles, and a skimpy cluster formation. The pine needles weren't in my physical hand to identify what species of Southern pine it was. Therefore, these statements are dependent on observation, not accuracy.
Live oak paired with Spanish moss, the notable stubby Cabbage palmettos, and Southern pine; these three will help construct the forestry of the wetlands. The palmettos that reside in the Upstate are not native, but are placed for aesthetic, commercial, residential, and occasional political reasons. Windmill palmettos are an alternative to the Cabbage palmettos in the Upstate; they can withstand harsher winters and are evergreen.
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I wasn't quite sure what to think when I arrived...the water. Vast rivers and lasting marshes appeared great and endless. At the time, I noticed a bit of sorrow because I fought to experience something common and casual. I haven't seen that much water in years. The closest thing to water was a subdivision pond that barely offered any type of fish.
I find it cliché to romanticise the culture of the water; I get it now. Not everybody goes on vacations and trips; hell, even go out to eat. Financial limitations can affect various amounts of people. But it is a blessing to experience something bigger and greater than oneself. I never travelled, and I have never been so curious in my life as such. People who reside in this area live without knowing how great they have it. That's when I knew there was something beyond me, something much more to offer. Forever, I desired to be a mermaid; that seems closer than I realised.