I have one more entry I need to post this morning. When my youngest sister heard that Dear Husband and I were going to Florida, she told me she was happy that we were going to get the chance to get away. The only thing she asked of me was a picture of my feet in the sand, with the ocean behind my toes, running on to infinity.
This shot was much more difficult to get than I expected. First, there are very few traditional beaches in the Keys. Where you find them, they are tiny, and generally a community has trucked in the sand, and created an area surrounded by a coral breakwater to keep the ocean from taking the sand out to the sea.
And, it was in the sixties in the Keys. While we were there, Tennessee, North Carolina and parts north were getting hit with a terrible snow storm. We had a lot of wind that made the temperatures feel brisk. As Northerners, we weren’t bothered, but the natives were going around in parkas.
So, my feet are technically in the sand, and you can see the ocean beyond them. I don’t think this is the picture Sis and I had in mind, but it was the best we could do under the circumstances. Next time, I’ll remember to take off the sandals! (grins)
Daily Archives: March 18, 2009
Poinsettias
I have three poinsettias from this past Christmas hanging on. Normally I’m a sucker for conservative, traditional, RED poinsettias, but this year we happened to be at a greenhouse that had an incredible variety of them, and these two spoke to me.
I love the mixture of pink, red, cream and green on the one on the right, and the pink one with the white edges just shouts “Girly!” We bought red poinsettias in larger sizes and filled in with these smaller plants. I really enjoyed having the variety this year, and I plan to keep them as long as they are happy here.
Travels
Over the last week of February and the first week of March, Dear Husband and I spent ten days in Florida. We had really looked forward to getting away. DH needs to be spared from the Chicago area hard winters, given that he works construction, and each year he has the opportunity to play in the memorial golf tourney which is named for his son. This year, we flew in and spent the first four days in the Orlando area. We went to Disney with our granddaughters and their parents, and then, Sunday, we headed for the Florida Keys.
I’d never been further south than Cape Canaveral, or Siesta Key. It was roughly a five to six hour drive from Orlando to Key Largo, and we stopped halfway to refill the gas tank. DH must have felt we needed to refill our tanks too, because he stopped at a McDonald’s for lunch. We were getting ready to order when I realized that three sand hill cranes were walking across the lawn at the front of the building. Perhaps they needed to top off their tanks before beginning the trek north. I’m sure these birds were very clear that they could get hand outs at Mickey D’s.
We weren’t giving the handouts. In fact, we did not feed ANY wildlife while we were there, despite a lot of opportunity.
P.S. I didn’t get my bird book out to make sure I have the species right. If I’m wrong, I hope Bogie or Cop Car will set me straight.