This tree on the shore of Lake Ella in Tallahassee is my favorite of all the trees I have ever known. It’s massive and friendly and magnificent. I call this one, “Tree of My Heart.”
Tag: Lake Ella
Snapshot #138
Another photo from my walk around Lake Ella in Tallahassee. I think a fitting title would be, “A Confederacy of Turtles.”
Snapshot(s) #137a and b
Taken on Monday at Lake Ella in Tallahassee. I call these, “Now You See Me,” and “Now I Think You Don’t.”
Snapshot(s) #136a, b, c, d, and maybe e
I walked around beautiful Lake Ella in Tallahassee yesterday, enjoying the slightly overcast day. All the normal sights were on display: turtles, geese, ducks, and people. Today, though, I saw something I’d never seen. A blue heron came flying across the lake with something in its beak.
At first I thought the something was a fish or a frog, but when the heron landed I realized it was a baby duck! Let’s call these, “The Circle of Life,” or “Requiem for a Duckling.”
The heron didn’t appreciate an audience while it ate, so he flew away with the duck still clamped in its beak.
Ah, the circle of life. Poor little duck!
Snapshot #94
The root system on this tree was mesmerizing. I call this one “Lady in Waiting.” Do you see her?
Snapshot #’s 91, 92, and 93
The easiest title ever:
“Duck, Ducks, Goose.”
Snapshot #90
Look at the contortions these branches have undertaken. I call this, “Sun Seeker.”
Snapshot #88
Lake Ella in Tallahassee, Florida, is one of my favorite places to walk. I call this one, taken on a warm winter day, “January Done Right.”
The Sound of Silence aka The Grandkids are Gone
For almost two weeks we entertained two of our five grandchildren here at Doright Manor. It was the first time Dominique and Jackson have been alone with us for that length of time, and heading into the first week I felt some trepidation.
Would they get bored? Would I be patient with them? Could I train them to cook and clean like small indentured servants?
As they prepared to leave on Saturday morning I asked them each if they’d had fun, and the answer was a resounding “Yes!”
They rode motorcycles.
Fished:
Helped Poppa with yard work:
Visited Poppa at the office:
Chopped down saplings:
Created bird feeders:
Rode crazy rides at Wild Adventures:
Rode motorcycles again:
Enjoyed Japanese stir fry:
Helped Poppa and me build a fairy house:
Created paracord bracelets for every member of the family:
And climbed trees.
They also rode go karts at a local arcade, but the resident documentarian (me) came down with a nasty head cold and stayed at home for that adventure.
Apparently there was no boredom involved. I never even came close to losing my patience–a true miracle. However, the plan to have the kids take over the cooking and cleaning was for naught. Two out of three works for me.
Now to enjoy the sound of silence.
Peace, people!
Age of Innocence
He walks a limb, unconcerned, undeterred, master of his own destiny.
Alone at the top of the world, competent, exuberant.
Dangling meters above the earth, unafraid, unhampered.
Innocence in motion, carefree; nonchalance as an art form.
My heart climbs with this fearless child, for my body no longer can.
May he know this joy for the entirety of his life.
Praying for Eyebrowz 