Monday, July 2, 2018

Traveling with Young Children

We moved our home on wheels on June 22 and drove northward.  Or I should say that John accomplished that on his own for this journey.  I helped my daughter finish up with last minute packing- finally emptying their rental home of last minute items which either needed to go in her van or be pitched.  It was not until about 6PM that we (my daughter and I) headed north for St.Louis, with a very loaded car and children aboard. 
I had expected the worse traveling with a twenty-month girl and a four-year old boy.  The first two days of the trip went well- they were contended playing with toys, paging through books and just looking out the window.  Nathan is trying to understand the concept of states. On the last day of the trip he wondered if we had left "Tuckys" yet ( we understood that as Kentucky).
Two hundred and fifty miles a day was about all they could take.  Evenings and nights were all right with them staying in our rv.  Everything was even better when there was hope for a  pool at the end of a day.  A visit in Atlanta with family also helped the children cope with everything.
But it was on Monday, the last leg of our journey, that we entered into crisis mode.  We were about fifteen miles outside of Belleville, Illinois.  A fly had the audacity to land on the baby's leg!  Now first of all recognize that she has a bad skin reaction to a variety of insect bites,  I am referring here to big red welts, so it is very appropriate for her to react hysterically when any flying creature approaches her.  I quickly unbuckled myself from my seat belt and turned around to comfort her, soon discovering that I had to almost completely throw myself over her body to protect her.  I saw the fly about a couple of feet away but could not reach that far to swat it.  No implement near me to swat it with!  I hung over her for fifteen miles, until we reached Target.  Getting out of the car we opened doors hoping that the offending fly had the sense to get out.  Melissa had an appointment in St. Louis in a couple of hours so we did have some time to kill.  We wandered around the store and Clarissa happily forgot her crisis- a pretty hat helped also.  We bought a black fly swatter.
However,  getting back in the car, Clarissa espied a fly -was it the same one, probably not-thought that one had flown out!  Nathan swung the fly swatter, nearly hitting his sister.  That caused more tears.
We entered downtown St.Louis with me hanging over the baby- I soon learned that she was happiest when I kept my hands over her eyes.  I tried to describe to Nathan all the exciting sights of St.Louis as we entered it on Highway 64-40- like the Arch and Cardinal Stadium.  However, all my joy at seeing everything again was marred by trying to comfort a screaming little girl.  We stopped at Ted Drewes, but happiness there was short-lived for Clarissa.  She was still hysterical.  We stopped at St.Francis park in south St.Louis where Melissa left us for her appointment to complete final papers for the house they were buying.  Clarissa forgot her woes and happily climbed around on the playground with her brother.
However, getting back in the car, there it was again- The Fly.  Fortunately we did not have far to go for our final destination.
John and I are now settled in our usual rv park in St.Charles.  Future plans for traveling are now on hold until our daughter, husband and child get fully moved into their new home.  I am hoping to find an apartment and finally have a permanent place to live- John would like to keep traveling, but he is starting to think that my plan is not so bad after all.  We shall see...

Thursday, June 28, 2018

Busch Gardens

It seems I should have done some research on the gardens before we even went there!  I have since learned that the 335 acre park is African-themed.  Sections of it include the Congo, Nairobi, Jungala, Stanleyville, Edge of Africa, and Serengeti Plain.  We initially took the park's train, which enabled us to see a bit of the latter.
We probably could have seen more of the Serengeti had we chosen to pay the extra fee for a safari ride, but we were quite satisfied with the number of animals we saw from the train.  There were zebras, rhinoceri, a variety of deer and antelope, and birds.  I wrote in the last posting that it seemed to us that there were not many animals in the park, but in reality there are more than 2,700!  We probably needed another day in the park to have seen more than we did.
We found a bit of the exotic in the park at a section called Pantopia.  Originally this area of the park was called "The Dark Continent", then Timbukta in 1980 It was later called Pantopia after the malls
and bazaars of  Africa.
Several rides were enjoyed by our daughter Melissa and husband Spencer.  Nathan, our four-year old grandson, enjoyed the Stanley Falls Flume- even though he got soaking wet!
The best part of the park for our young children was Sesame Street, where they were able to explore a variety of playground activities.  A large enclosed trampoline area was a big hit with them.
Some of the botanical offerings of the park were fascinating for me.  Fortunately they have identifying signs located near them.  Pictured above is the acacia tree, found in the lowlands of Africa.  It is a fast-growing tree with smooth bark and 3-inch thorns- once thought to cause sleeping sickness.
And of course, as in most parks of Florida because of the tropical-like climate, I found a beautiful displays of orchids. 
For our supper we ate at the Zambia Smokehouse, not very good food as we had expected.  Our dining pleasure was ruined by the noise of the Sheikra Skyride which towered above our table.  As I said in my last posting, it seems that Busch Gardens is for the younger generation.

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Last Days in Florida

Yes, it is our last days- and the same holds true for our daughter Melissa, husband Spencer and two little ones.  Spencer finally landed a job in St. Louis Missouri, so John and I are not planning on setting down roots in Florida, at least for now.  And certainly have no set plans as yet for the future.  We do want to follow the sun, especially during the winter months.

It seems that starting in May the colorful foliage here in Florida has really popped out.  Pictured above is the pink hibiscus tree located by our daughter's driveway.  The winds of Hurricane Irma caused it to lean over very precariously and it was necessary to prop it up.  Then in January cold weather stopped it completely from blooming.  I was thrilled then to see it start blooming again in May- in the past it never failed to produce its colorful pink flowers.   We had held Clarissa as a baby under its colorful foliage- she and the tree have an interesting history together!
I thought our daughter and her husband's rental home looked quite beautiful this June.  In the foreground is a white lilac; by the mailbox on the left is a plumbago bush with blue blossoms, and in the background is the pink hibiscus.  Unfortunately it was quite a bright day and the camera was not able to pick up the colors very well.
We made it to Busch Gardens before leaving Florida, thanks to an offering of the park for veterans and their families to visit it for free.  Spencer and John both qualified for that, and it would have been a shame to pass that up as it is quite expensive (about $100.00 a day admission price).  I think that I would have regretted spending that amount of money on a park which mainly caters to the younger generation- I was expecting large gardens and a variety of animals, but surrounding what little there was of the latter were many carnival-type rides-  the immensity and noise of which certainly over whelmed what beauty I found in the park!

There is some natural beauty in the park which I did appreciate, as the two floral butterflies pictured above.  And, as we were leaving the park at sunset a flock of flamingos were a welcome diversion for Clarissa and Nathan who were getting quite cranky and tired.
Despite what I have said regarding the park, we did have a good day; there was enough there to keep us older ones and young ones happy.  The hot and humid days have started here in Florida, most fortunately we went to the park on a day which was overcast and humid.  But not the hot rays of sunshine!  I will have more to show and tell on the park in the next posting.

Saturday, May 26, 2018

It Pays to Walk

One of the reasons John and I traveled to D.C. and Gettysburg was just to get out and see forests- the type of flora different than Florida, which is usually sage brush and palm trees.  Fortunately by Sunday the sun was out and, after leaving our cabin, we drove over to Pine Grove Furnace State Park.  Ostensibly we stop there because our son Dan wanted to show us the iron furnace which has been preserved there. 
The furnace pictured above was built in 1764.  It was the age before railroads when iron production needed to be done where there were nearby resources of iron ore, limestone and charcoal.  Near the furnace was part of the Appalachian Trail which just beckoned us to hike down its tree-line path.
  The part of the Appalachian Trail in this park is located half-way between Georgia and Maine.  The park is also home to the AT Museum, which we did not see.  Maybe another time.  We were quite happy to be outside and walking!
Spring is well on its way in this part of the country.  Many wildflowers are now in bloom, including mayapples and buttercups.  Unfortunately we did not hike as long as we desired as we were on a bit of a time constraint, needing to get back to D.C. by evening.
Monday morning I was on my own to walk around the Brookland neighborhood where our son Dan and his wife reside.  John and I had already done one walk with them several days ago.  The homes in this area now have beautiful blooming bushes of azaleas and roses surrounding them, as well as flowering magnolias,  I just had to get out and walk some more to see them.  Just around the corner from their house I came upon this very colorful building.  It is the Pink House, home of a grassroots organization led by women to end U.S. wars and militarism.  They would rather us to direct our resources for health, education, green jobs- putting our resources toward life-affirming activities. 
Back at our son's home I had to take another picture of a spring beauty, which is the columbine.

Friday, May 25, 2018

Eisenhower Naational Historic Site

Dwight Eisenhower, our 34th president, in 1918 was appointed commander at Camp Colt, the army Tank Corps training center in Gettysburg.  He and his wife Mamie loved the area, located in the Appalachian foothills, and searched for rural property there.  They bought a farm in 1950.

He was elected president in 1952 but he and his wife planned to relax on weekends at the farm.  In November of 1955 their country home became a temporary White House while he recovered from a heart attack.
Much of the original farm house had to be gutted, there is still a brick part of the original  building located to the left side of the house pictured above. A park ranger greeted us outside of the home, then left us to explore the home on our own.
The home has many of the Eisenhower's own furnishings still in it.  Pictured above is a mother-of-pearl inlaid, black lacquer coffee table gifted from the Republic of Korea.  It was in appreciation for the work done by President Eisenhower in bringing about the Korean Armistice in 1953.
Fortunately the rain had stopped when we toured the Eisenhower farm.  Besides touring the house we also visited the outlying buildings of the farm, as the show barn pictured above.  President Eisenhower was proud of his prized Angus beef cattle.  He also proved knowledgeable in his farming methods, using crop rotation and contour plowing.  He is quoted as saying " I shall leave the place better than I found it".  The Eisenhowers gave the farm to the federal government in 1967.

A Trip North to Washington D.C.

Maybe it was a case of too much sunshine here in Florida, John and I felt a trip was needed.  Not sure what exactly drove us, but we then made plans to visit our son and his wife in D.C.  We had taken a long road trip to Texas a few months back, so this time we thought we would leave the driving to Amtrak.   The first day on the train we encountered clouds and rain.  Also an awesome rainbow.
 Our son Dan and his wife also felt the need for a trip, so the next day after John and I arrived we drove northwest out of D.C. to Gettysburg, staying at a cute cottage in the woods.  It remained cloudy and wet for the next two days- also a bit cool.  Strangely, I did not long for the sunshine of Florida!
John and I had been to the Gettysburg Civil War battlefield a couple of other times in the past, but we had no issue with seeing it again.  Friday afternoon it was misting and cloudy but we still tramped out to a section of the battlefield where there was a ranger talk scheduled.  The ranger discussed the events which took place on Cemetery Ridge, where we stood, on the third and final day of the confrontation at Gettysburg.

While standing on the ridge the ranger pointed out a farmhouse on our left in the distance.  It was the home of Lydia Leister, a widow.  Her home became General Mead's headquarters on July 2nd and 3rd.  Twelve thousand soldiers were brought by General Lee to break the Federal line (lead by the Union General Mead) on Cemetery Ridge.  The battle started on July 1, 1863 and ended two days later at Cemetary Ridge with the South loosing.  A total of 51,000 soldiers were killed over the three days.  The Confederates had initially gained control of the town of Gettsyburg, but were gone by July third. Not only the countryside, but also the town had been horribly impacted by the battle.
Quite by accident on Sunday we walked by Christ Lutheran, one of the churches in Gettysburg which opened their doors to the wounded.  We saw a historic marker at the church and stopped to read it.  On July 1st, while the South had control of the town, a volunteer Union chaplain from Pennsylvania was entering Christ Lutheran when he was "cruelly shot on the steps" by a Confederate soldier.  Quotation taken from a memorial to the man which is located in front of the church. 
Too say the least, it must have been a frightening time for the townspeople of Gettysburg.  Churches of the town opened their doors immediately after the battle begun to receive the wounded- Christ Lutheran was one of them, as well as Gettysburg Presbyterian (the latter church was attended by Lincoln and joined by the Eisenhowers).  During and after the battle dead people as well as animals lay everywhere, and even after the dead and wounded were removed, blood stains could be seen inside as well as outside many buildings.  War is hell, no doubt about it.
Within 4 months of the battle Governor Curtin of Pennsylvania commissioned local attorney David Wills to buy land for the Union dead.  His home is pictured above.  It was at this home where President Lincoln stayed the night before he gave the Gettysburg Address for the dedication of the Soldiers National Cemetery.  That was in November of 1883.
 We do hope to return to Gettysburg again sometime in the future.  It has many historic buildings built pre-Civil War.  Some of our time over the weekend was also taken at the museum in the Visitor's Center, as well as touring President Eisenhower's farm outside of Gettysburg.

Friday, April 6, 2018

Winter/Spring Activities in Florida

Just not sure how much traveling we will be doing anymore, we do have some trips in mind for further into the year.  So whether I will continue to write on this site remains a question.  Sometimes the idea of settling down here does not seem too bad-  given especially the news we have heard about the brutal weather up north in the past weeks.  However, we still have the hot summer and hurricane season facing us in the months ahead.  There is no heaven on earth, maybe just pieces of it!
In March our son Michael visited us and we visited the Museum of Fine Arts in St.Petersburg with him.  A most beautiful sight we encountered outside of the museum was a blooming kapok tree.  It was fully covered with bright red blossoms.  An Asian tree, the kapok is a gigantic tree of the tropical forest canopy.  Also known as the Java Cotton tree, it is known for its cotton-like fluff from its seed pods which are buoyant and used in the filling of life jackets.
We have learned to avoid crowds and festivals down here because of the large numbers of winter visitors who attend, and the distance required to get there.  A few weeks ago we decided to try again and visited a parade in the town of Oldsmar, a municipality near us.  Parking was no problem, and we had close seating to the parade, as you can see in the picture above of Clarissa watching the floats passing right in front of her.  Our grandchildren did not have to work hard either, to get the beads and candy thrown to them. 
We also visited the Lowry Zoo in Tampa.  Pictured above is a Marabou stork, sitting on her nest with her chicks.  Even though we are in Florida with its tropical-like weather, signs of spring can be seen without too much searching.  We are now seeing osprey high up on light poles building their nests, and the Tampa Bay Times posted a beautiful picture of two horned owl chicks cuddling in their nests on Honeymoon Island.  Also heard at night are the whip-or-will singing out to their mates.  I am certainly wishing for you people up north that the beauties of spring will be coming to you all soon!
Our Easter weekend was a bit cool with some rain coming down (at least we did not have snow).  The weather did not stop the many Easter egg hunts from happening!  In one of the eggs, which our grandson Nathan found, was a prize ticket.  He won an Easter basket which contained a water gun that he so badly wanted.  Strangely enough, playing with that gun in our park pool seems to improve his swimming skills!

Monday, March 19, 2018

Ocean Star Offshore Drilling Rig

John was itching to go on a road trip.  For a variety of reasons we needed to visit my brother Jared in Texas, so a road trip  seemed possible.  This was not a one day trip, because it just takes one day to get out of Florida!  As we traveled north we saw quite a bit of the signs of spring, which has already started in Florida.  From the road we saw yards displaying many colorful azalea bushes, and in the forests an occasional blooming redbud or dogwood tree.
John and I have toured a variety of mines, caves, battleship and prison museums- to name a few.  However, I do not believe that we have been on an oil rig.  On one of our train trips across the country I met a gentleman who worked on an oil rig and the description of  of his life and work on the rig certainly caught my interest.  On the Ocean Star, which was decommissioned in 1984, we toured the drill and pipe decks, as well as the recreation, galley, and sleeping quarters. As battleships, the men living on the rigs are there for months at a time and all of the staff's needs have to be accommodated.
Pictured above is the Galveston Port, and off in the distance are oil rigs which are need of repair.  After being repaired they are then loaded by a hydraulic system on barges to be used again.  The Gulf of Mexico has a prolific petroleum system, according to the Ocean Star museum 100 billion barrels of gas and natural gas equivalents have been discovered on offshore and onshore portions of the Gulf ( this covers the United States Mexico and Cuba).  Apparently there are still 50 billion barrels still to be drilled.  Since 1918 over 56 wells have been drilled in the United States part of the Gulf.

Pictured above are the layers of bedrock which have to be drilled into for access to the oil.  Core samples are initially removed for analysis.
And in the picture above are the pipes reaching down to the oil, a drill bit can be seen at the end of one of the pipes.  There are a variety of drill bits which are used, depending on the type of rock is being crushed or scraped.  The bits are pictured below.  Once an oil well is completed and started up it may produce oil or gas for many years, flowing through pipes to a refinery. Or the product may go into a floating storage system.
 What I am relating to you here regarding oil production is just a little smattering compared to all the information on the subject provided by the Ocean Star Museum.  My brother Jared and I completed our tour of the museum long before John.  My brother and I were quite content wandering around the Port of Galveston and checking out the bird life.  Both brown and white pelicans could be seen resting or feeding in the water near the museum.

Friday, February 23, 2018

Weeki Wachee Springs State Park

John and I have now spent a good deal of time in Florida and never have visited this park until this past Monday.  We have to admit that the mermaid shows offered in this park sounded a bit cheesy, until we read in the newspaper how the mermaids have to prepare for the shows- they must be scuba certified and train for a year.   The shows have been running since 1947, and initially the mermaids were without tails, they were called "Aqua Belles".  The first mermaids received hamburgers, hot dogs, publicity, but no pay.  They waved at passerby along the highway to lure drivers into the attraction.  In the mid-60s they got their tails.
The park has a 400 seat submerged theater for the shows.  Fish and turtles swim among the mermaids, and a park employee reported that manatees have also appeared among the ladies of the sea.  A Weeki Wachee mermaid once said that to dive into the strong current of the spring was like trying to swim up into a waterfall.  Sixteen to twenty feet below the surface the current runs a strong 5 miles per hour  Over the years synchronized ballet movements underwater were developed using hidden air hoses. Underwater stunts and illusions were also included.
The show we saw was Hans Christian Anderson's the Little Mermaid.  Pictured above is the mermaid with her prince charming.  When the curtain falls for each scene bubbles fill the tank, which was just as thrilling for our one year-old granddaughter as the show!
We enjoyed our whole day at Weeki Wachee park.  A low admission price includes, besides seeing the mermaids perform, a wild animal show and a river cruise.  In Seminole Indian language Weeki Wachee means "little spring" or "winding river".  The 12 mile long river flows into the Gulf, which is why the manatees make their appearance here during the winter months.
The emergence of the mega-theme parks in Orlando took its toll on this state park.  However, attendance is steadily rising and the shows are often filled to capacity.  Thirty mermaids are currently employed by the park.   Certainly the show was good, but the park and the river were equally enjoyable for us!

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Kumquat Festival

This past weekend was the big yearly Gasparilla pirate festival in Tampa.  We have as yet to attend it.  An article in the Tampa Bay Times challenged readers to attend the Kumquat Festival in Dade City instead of doing the other festival in Tampa, just for a fun experience with small town ambience.  Dade city is about an hours drive northeast of Tampa.  With a one year old and a child almost turning four it sounded like it was not that far of a drive.  However, by the time we reached the town limits of Dade City, the younger child, Clarissa, was screaming and quite literally trying to pull her hair out!
It was necessary to park at the fairgrounds, a distance from the festival, and board a bus.  The big purple astro-themed bus totally charmed the little ones and for the rest of the day we had some very happy children.  It also helped that it was a cool overcast day, and we did not have to deal with the brutal heat, which had been a downer for us at other festivals. 
Just maybe you are wondering what are kumquats.  From our travels in Texas and Florida we do know that they are a small citrus fruit similar to the orange.  As we walked around the festival grounds (located in the heart of downtown Dade) I chanced upon a lecture as to how to eat them.  They are too small to peel, rather it is best to pop the whole fruit in your mouth.  DO NOT try to separate the peel from the fruit while chewing because then you will only taste the bitter peel.  Taken together it is possible to get a burst of sweetness in your mouth.  I tried to eat one some time back and I did not care for them and am unwilling to try again!
John liked the kumquat pie, and had already taken a bite before I could snap the picture.  The pie is made with the same ingredients used in key lime pie.   For cooking purposes the whole fruit is pureed and then strained.  At the festival we saw many products made from the fruit: dressings and marinades, jams, soda, wine, and ice cream.  I noticed bits of the peel in both the ice cream and pie, which is a turn-off for me.  Just the reason that I do not like orange marmalade.
As I mentioned previously, we had a very pleasant day wandering the many booths scattered over several streets.  And we happened upon one celebrity- the Queen of Pasco County who is pictured above.  We found a wide selection of food to choose from, including a hot dog with no black grill marks for our picky grandson Nathan.  There was musical entertainment for our dining pleasure, as well as available chairs, at the large lawn located in front of the courthouse.  We listened to many fine classical/operatic musical offerings from the local music store while our little ones found other children and toys to play with.
We stayed much longer than we thought we had planned and bought a variety of local craft items.  Clarissa was able to get her afternoon nap in also, so our trip home was fairly pleasant.  It also helped that we took major highways and moved a bit faster than our earlier trip.  For our trip then, John wanted to see some of the countryside between Tampa and Dade City.  Unfortunately young children do not appreciate rural beauty!

Thursday, January 18, 2018

An Evening with Harry Belafonte

The Tampa Bay Times (Jan.11) had a interesting article on this singer and social activist.  He was interviewed by Piper Castillo who asked him why he was speaking in Florida when just last year he was to have said that he was making no more public appearances.  His talk was to be given at USF this past Tuesday, and he said since it was a university he "simply wanted to accept it".
I am so thankful that John and I had the opportunity to hear him speak.  It was part of the annual Martin Luther King Jr. week at the University of South Florida.  Mr. Belafonte was an adviser to MLK.

It was a good hour hours drive from our home into Tampa, during rush hour.  Getting into the university and through the campus was another story (a very large school with close to 50,000 students).  However, Marshall Student Center Ballroom was fairly easily found and a few parking spots were still open.  We grabbed a quick bite of supper in the student union and then joined the long lines waiting to get into the ballroom.  Students got first priority, the "community" had to line up behind them.  Turned out there was no need to fear about not getting a seat, after everyone was seated there were a few empty rows left.
 Mr. Belafonte needed some assistance with climbing the step onto the stage.  He will be turning 91 years of age in March.  Had a stroke a couple of years ago which he said affected his inner ear and equilibrium.  He started his talk mentioning his childhood in Harlem.  Spoke lovingly of his mom who kept her dignity despite the family's poverty.  He is very thankful that, at the age of 4 and again at twelve, she took them to her place of origin, which was Jamaica.  There he found a "sense of humanity" not found in Harlem, and spoke of it as creating another "dimension" in his life.  He also mentioned having a Scottish grandmother.  Nurtured by that community in Jamaica he was helped  to understand African Americans-  the rage that is over-whelming, the indignities of racism like no where else in the world.  And he decided to deal with life from the Black perspective.
Mr. Belafonte was not ashamed to brag that he has met some of the greatest men and women of the 20th century.  Eleanor Roosevelt "gave me the ability to move in the white community".  With her friendship, and that of many others "I am by far the winner".
In young adulthood Belafonte entered acting school and started a life-long friendship with Sidney Portier.  It was the role Belafonte had in the play Of Mice and Men ( a part written for him which required musical  talent) that started his singing career.  Lester Young (American jazz tenor and saxophonist) heard him sing and encouraged him to begin a singing career.  Folk singers Lead Belly and Woody Guthrie were some of his influences in his singing career.  Belafonte found his singing career to be a powerful platform for social activism.  "Being an artist was not my intention".  He mentioned one singing gig he had in Florida, where the KKK harassed him for singing to white women.  He found out fast that America does not look too kindly on people of color trying to make a difference.
In the 1950s he met Martin Luther King who invited him to join him.  He commented that MLK had a brain with so much information, a humanity steeped in religion.   He spoke with such insight and "had an impact on me"-" I found reason to be engaged in their mission".
 He stated that we need MLK now as we have been run over by commercialism and materialism.  We are to busy making money, getting so careless that we do not care about the abused and poor.  We, as Americans, have a chance of loosing our vision altogether.  We have to resurrect our humanity.  It is in only in America where Blacks have to live in the "belly of the beast".  They went from slavery to years of segregation and discrimination, all equally cruel.
Our institutions have failed us.  Too much emphasis in schools on STEM courses, less on the humanities and arts.  Belafonte mentioned a couple of times that he has been involved in the criminal justice system- meeting with young people serving years in prison for non-violent acts.  What a waste of talent.
 As to current times- he commented that it is "curious" how our 45th president got elected, how the other candidate received the plurality of votes and lost.  Donald Trump has called certain nations "s-holes", he has no sense of how white Europeans created the problems those countries have today.  Belafonte made mention a couple of times on the importance of the United Nations, especially for third world countries.  That is the only platform or recourse they have for their issues.  Current administration of our country wants to dismiss the United Nations as it is irrelevant, but it is relevant- it is made up of us.
That was about the gist of what he said.  Time listening to him was about an hour and a half, it went too fast for me!  I felt very fortunate to have heard him.  

Monday, January 8, 2018

Wintering in Florida

Yes, it is cold here, but every time I complain about that I have to realize that while it is 56 degrees for daytime temperatures here, it is 20 degrees or below further north!  We are flirting with freezing temperatures at night- and I have brought my outside plants in for the time being.   Last Saturday we revisited the Florida Botanical Gardens and it was such a joy to see so many blooming plants!  That is what is so wonderful about Florida- we may have a cloudy sky with no sunshine, but bright colorful plants are always around!
Pictured above is the flower of the aloe plant, in case you have ever wondered what its flower looks like.
 I found this corner of the garden quite pretty with a blooming powder puff tree.  It is in the foreground of the picture.  In front of it is a bougainvillea bush with a purple variety of the flower coming out of the middle of it.  And speaking of blooming plants, there is a hibiscus tree that blooms pretty much year around near our daughter's driveway.
I took a picture about a year ago with our granddaughter Clarissa being held under that blooming pink hibiscus tree.  In the picture below I caught her running below the blossoms.  Certainly she is an infant no longer!

Now to turn the calendar back a bit to last fall.  John and I attended our church retreat, which was located outside of town about 150 miles. John found some time on his hands, so he assisted the ladies with making blankets.  No sewing required,  just some skill in tying strips of cloth together!
Will end this with a picture of our Christmas morning.  Our son Dan and his wife were with us.  In the picture above Dan and Melissa are assembling a marble maze for the little ones.
We are now well into the new year.  John and I will probably be here in Florida for a few more months.  Where we head out after that remains uncertain.