It seems that from any point of departure the Carolina Lowcountry traveler must always descend-descend into a humid land of blackwater river swamps and cypress savannahs, canebrakes and canebrake rattlers-descend into a voodoo-inspired world of live oaks and spanish moss, abandoned rice fields and ancient, white-washed wood-framed churches and shotgun houses with window sills painted electric blue to keep out the ‘haints’, and finally-descend onto one’s destination of unspoiled marsh, surf, tide and sun. In his book, Wildflowers of the Carolina Lowcountry, Richard D. Porcher deftly guides the reader and would-be Lowcountry pilgrim down into this garden of earthly delights.