|Posted on 4 March, 2019 at 18:40|
March honey, I'm home!
After two beautiful weeks in more favourable climes, I've returned to some pretty cold temperatures. I'm always amazed at how quickly I forget the windchills, the sting of snow in my face and the layers and layers of garments required to deal with The Canadian Winter. It was time for our annual trek to Florida. The drive down was very smooth, despite the tiny hiccup of being selected "at random" for a closer inspection by the US Customs upon arrival at the border, We had to leave our phones and everything else except our wallets and ID and enter the building while they searched the vehicle. We were told to wait while there was a shift change and I pondered on whether that was designed to make us just a bit more uncomfortable. Not that I had anything to hide, but those guys make you feel that you might....even though you don't. It was over quite quickly however as the officers decided we were quite boring and didn't even look through much. The Holiday had begun.
As we travelled south, I shed garments gradually, as it really wasn't until we reached the state of Alabama that it was warm enough. My favourite part is always finally being able to kick off my shoes and socks and slide my toes into my flip flops, which is the last item in my winter wardrobe to go.
We spent a few days in the Florida Keys area, walked thousands of steps and took in the wildlife and gorgeous scenery of Biscayne National Park, a favourite spot of mine. I took lots of pictures and a short but beautiful video of a cuckoo singing. What I miss most during winter is the song of birds and the flowers and foliage growing outside. The next leg of our trip was to the more commercial area of Orlando where we stayed in a resort. There were activities every evening and the weather was wonderful. Of course shopping featured largely in our daily routine and I spent a lot of time in the baby sections of most shops, scouring the racks for outfits for my little grandson.
The last part of the holiday is perhaps my favourite. The oceanfront hotel in Daytona Beach. The long walks by the waves, breathing in that sea air, the early morning watching the sunrise..... it's just so therapeutic. That's where most of my recharging takes place and I'm always sorry to leave. I took many photos of the different seabirds, the black and white gulls, the occasional Ibis, and the amusing little Sandpipers. Pelicans flew by in precise formations, dipping and gliding over the waves in search of a tasty meal. Unfortunately I was always just too late to capture them, or they stayed too far offshore to get a good shot. Alas, all things come to an end and it was time to say goodbye.
So I'm back into the socks, boots or shoes and sweatshirts, heavy coats and gloves. Today the wind whipped up and the temperature has dropped into alarming numbers comparable to what I think the Arctic might be like. The piles of snow on my lawn from the driveway have reached an impressive height and have just about covered my little garden of shrubs. It's going to be a long time before I see any greenery here, but I've got an amazing collection of photographs to start a new series of works.
Many Blessings to you and yours, and I hope that by the time I write my next blog, Spring might have made an appearance.