While my friend Jillian and I were strolling around Gulfport the other day we were surprised by a sweet dog that dashed up to us. When the owner came to collect his pet he said with a shrug, “Sorry about that, Jake is well-misbehaved.”
I answered with the first thing that came to mind, “So, am I.” It’s a pretty fitting description…
The first image is an accurate assessment of my predicament. Trying to time my mowing between rain events is a fun challenge. As for the second one, I don’t water my lawn, but it made me laugh.
In between sunsets and beach walks, I have been working on my (seemingly) endless list of house and yard projects. Sadly, one thing I’ll never be able to cross off my list is mowing.
There is a downside to having the largest yard in the neighborhood, I have a lot more to mow! Ah, summertime in Florida…
To the tune of Rawhide:
“Mowing, mowing, mowing,
The grass just keeps on growing,
Keep those mowers mowing,
Too high!”
Last night’s sunset looked like it was going to be a bust but then the clouds parted and this happened. I’ll never tire of my beach time (even if it means I constantly have sand in my house, no matter how much I clean). Worth it. Oh, so worth it!
The current red tide situation continues to be a problem all up and down this section of the Gulf Coast. However, as perhaps is fitting, it comes and goes in waves.
Friends and I were fortunate to find a beautiful, clear beach on Anna Maria Island last weekend. We made the most of it, knowing that it could be our last sandy toes day for a while…
Even though a horde of mosquitoes was feasting on me, I had to take the time to photograph this enchanting flower. The large throat of the Marsh Genetian (Eustoma exaltatum) is referenced in the genus name, eu stoma is Greek for good mouth.
It also goes by the name of Catchfly Genetian, in reference to the pollinators that wind up deep in the flower. I just wish it was Catchmosquito Genetian instead!
My trip culminated with a peaceful visit with Karen and Rich in the Virginia countryside. It was long overdue, we were all living in Arizona last time we saw each other. That was over four years ago for me!
My dear friends are helping their daughter Kim turn this gorgeous valley into a “woodland lodging” retreat. She certainly picked a wonderful location, the property is teeming with wildlife yet it is less than an hour from the busy airport in Richmond.
As usual when we get together, there was a lot of laughter and delicious food. It will not be as long between visits next time!
My next stop was a double bonus, not only did I get to spend time with an old friend but it was an excellent reason to visit Greensboro, North Carolina. I adore exploring new places and Greensboro did not disappoint.
After a delightful dinner, Hector and I strolled around historic downtown. It was a vibrant scene for a week night; we were serenaded by a band playing in the park while a steady stream of pedestrians frequented local businesses in the carefully restored, old buildings.
Most notable was the F.W. Woolworth department store which now houses the International Civil Rights Center and Museum. On February 1, 1960 four freshmen from the nearby university walked inside and sat down at the lunch counter.
They were refused service by a white waitress who said, “We don’t serve Negroes here.” The young men didn’t budge until closing time. They returned the next day with a larger group.
The nonviolent group grew in size and quickly gained national attention. To further their impact, they began boycotting segregated businesses. On March 16th President Eisenhower expressed his sympathy with their efforts to “enjoy the rights of equality that they are guaranteed by the Constitution.”
By late July, the segregated businesses in Greensboro were suffering huge losses. In a major victory, the Woolworth counter served its first black customers on the 25th of that month. As they say, money talks.
Around the corner from Woolworths we espied a tall statue. Ever curious we walked over and discovered General Nathaneal Greene (the city’s namesake). I first met the Fighting Quaker during my Rhode Island trip back in 2007.
As the leader of the southern theater during the Revolutionary War, Greene was considered by General George Washington to be his most talented officer. Pretty impressive for a man who had been previously overlooked for service due to a limp sustained during childhood!
We wrapped up the evening with a tasty IPA from a local brewery. Overall, a charming introduction to a historic city!
I recently took a quick road trip to visit friends in North Carolina and Virgina. I broke the first leg of the 13 hour drive roughly in half with an overnight stop in Santee, South Carolina.
I spent the following morning exploring Santee National Wildlife Refuge located on the north bank of Lake Marion. After the crowded beaches of sunny Florida, having the entire place to myself was incredibly pleasant.
Not only does the refuge preserve acreage for wildlife but, I was surprised to learn, it also protects two important historic sites. The Santee Indian Mound remains the largest ceremonial and burial site yet discovered in the region.
Something that tall on the coastal plain obviously afforded a good viewpoint, a fact the British Army did not overlook. In 1780 they established Fort Watson atop the mound in an effort to control South Carolina.
Continental Army troops attacked the fort on April 5, 1781 but were repulsed by the well-positioned British cannons and sharpshooters. You could say the Brits had the upper hand. But never, ever doubt American ingenuity.
Determined to overtake the fort, Major Hezikiah Maham designed a thirty-foot tall log tower. The structure was built nearby, placed on wheels, and moved into firing range of the fort during the night of April 22nd.
With their height advantage gone, the British could no longer protect the sides of the mound and they surrendered by the end of April 23rd. The success of the tower was replicated several other times by the Continental Army and is part of the reason we don’t speak the Queen’s English in this country.
Though delicate in appearance, the Beach Morning Glory (Ipomoea imperati) can withstand the harshness of the nearshore environment: blustering winds, high salt concentrations, heat, and low nutrient soil.
Not content to merely survive, this cheery white flower helps colonize sand dunes, thereby stabilizing the area and preventing erosion.
The early evening before Hurricane Elsa swept by was quiet and calm at the jetty. This man and his faithful dog stopped by to try their luck. With only one fisherman in attendance, these Snowy Egrets were most attentive, but sadly, all were sorely disappointed.
