Showing posts with label Beauty|Nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beauty|Nature. Show all posts
July 03, 2007
February 25, 2007
Loxahatchee: Florida's 'river of turtles'
Photo: Florida State Parks
Significance: The Loxahatchee River is the only blackwater stream in south Florida. It has diverse fish and plant species containing a mix of temperate and subtropical species. Florida's first river to be designated a federal wild and scenic river.
Meaning: River of Turtles in Seminole language.
Location: Northern Palm Beach and southern Martin counties, north of Jupiter.
View special Lakeland Ledger report, including multimedia and photo gallery:
January 13, 2007
Maui nō ka ʻoi
Photos from friends who celebrated a birthday and New Year's Day on Maui. Aloha nui loa, y'all!
November 23, 2006
October 20, 2006
September 15, 2006
Wings of love
Linda and Buck Cooper have tracked down all 160 species of butterflies common to Florida, along with a few more considered anomalies in the state.
Lakeland Ledger story and photos . . . here.
July 07, 2006
June 28, 2006
June 06, 2006
Mountain Mary's Garden
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The Winds that will be howling at all hours
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for every thing, we are out of tune;
It moves us not--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn
Have sight of Proteus coming from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
~William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
Much is wrong with the world today, yet we are surrounded by beauty if we take the time to find it. Please join me for an evening in Mary's garden.
May 03, 2006
Red barn in Tennessee
Thanks to a friend a friend in eastern Tennessee for sending me a few pictures of a place dear to my heart. I fell in love with this area several years ago and don't get to visit often enough.
To see other seasons of the barn scene above, click on the moving slide show on this page, which will open a link to the Frapper site.
I won't be posting anything for the next week or so, but maybe I'll share a few pictures from Virginia upon my return.
March 27, 2006
Springtime in Alabama
Granma's Touch-me-nots
Granma lived in a little cottage, on a little hill. Flowers of every kind filled her yard and window sill. Dandelions, daisies, daffodils... roses... buttercups...
And... well, she had a lot. But my most special favorite was... the... touch-me-nots.
Granma said, "Don't touch these, Steve... or they'll explode." Now ain't that kinda like telling a little boy, Don't pick up a toad?
I guess Granma figured that out, 'cause she started watching me like a hawk. Dog-gone-it, if I didn't know better I'd say those touch-me-nots could talk.
Steve... Steve... I could hear them calling me from the front porch swing. Granma's warning just disappeared from my head. I just... kind of forgot, it didn't mean a thing.
I started with the daffodils, I bent down and took a great big sniff. I edged my way on over like I was on the edge of a great big cliff.
"Oh! What some pretty roses," I heard myself say, as Granma turned her lazer beam eyes and looked my way. She smiled her approval, though, at the observation I had made.
So I sniffed and I sniffed, and I admired and I admired, Until Granma's attention began to fade.
"Whew! How did it get so hot?" I wondered, As Granma's touch-me-nots I pondered.
Almost there... almost there, I thought, as I slid my sneakers a sneaky slide. Look out, touch-me-nots, there's nowhere for you to hide.
I forgot all about Granma, in my touch-me-not exhiliration. So when I reached my hand out, I was caught in Hurricane Granma's rotation.
The moral of this story could be told in many ways, but to do Granma justice would take me many days. So let me, if you will, boil it down to just one more jot:
DO NOT, DON'T EVER, NEVER, WHATEVER YOU DO, BOYS AND GIRLS -- DON'T EVER TOUCH YOUR GRANMA'S TOUCH-ME-NOTS!______
Photo and poem used by permission of my friends Steve and his son Alex, who own all rights. To see more of their work, please visit Stones Stones.org.
March 20, 2006
March 15, 2006
February 25, 2006
January 09, 2006
January 02, 2006
New Year's frolic
Young mallard celebrates in Lake Morton . . .
Photo by Jr.Click on image to enlarge.
November 13, 2005
October 10, 2005
Unidentified wildflower
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This wildflower was growing on Kuz'n Kirk's Eastern Tennessee mountain side, April 25, 2005, the day after a surprise snowfall. Can anyone identify it?
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Thanks to NC gal, who idenfitied the flower as Fire Pink (silene virginica).
October 07, 2005
September 30, 2005
Crape myrtle
This is an old tree, probably here for decades. It's a late bloomer and is never bothered by weather or pests.
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