I collected oysters today at low tide. The Folly River was flat- no wind at all. A light fog and a misting rain muted the marsh colors to hues of blue and gray. Here near Folly Beach (and most of coastal South Carolina), an ebbing tide exposes our oysters. Cold water tends to plump these oysters up and this winter has been especially cold. I pulled the Avon up to the side of a nice bank and picked up one 5-gallon bucket- plenty for me and Julia. A western Willet shared the oyster bank with me.