Last week I headed east to spend a few days in Charleston, SC for a belated birthday celebration for my mother. Charleston, SC is about as different as you can get from Albuquerque: swampy, affluent, humid, manicured (the people and place). Anyway, one of our mother-daughter stops was the garden at Magnolia Plantation. I’ll save my thoughts on plantations as tourist destinations for another time, and limit my commentary to say that strolling about the garden with camera in hand was an enjoyable way to spend a morning. The plant palette is mostly limited to the traditional southern favorites, but I don’t see camellias and azaleas much these days, so that was ok. I don’t think one goes to plantation gardens looking for innovation.