Wednesday, January 28, 2009

My Florida

My sweet lil' retro trailer...isn't it quaint...
Wetlands across from my house that I walked to many times to visit the Sandhill cranes.
Vero beach after hurricane Charlie...
The beautiful Cypress forests that harbor many a creature you have no business befriending...
And the colorful sunsets that gave me cause to dream...

When I first moved to Florida five years ago, it was a dream come true. I just rented my house, packed my bags and headed South...easy right...

On an earlier visit to my Mother's place in Lake Placid, it awoke in me the love of Florida I had as a child, spending summers with my Grandparents in Daytona Beach. Oh, the smells of Florida...I can smell it the minute I drive over the state line. The warm salt airs of the sea...as the memories of childhood come flooding back, the drive to the center of the state seems a lifetime, but the rows of orange trees and smells of the blossoms in the spring, remind me of why I'm here.


My Grandfather loved the ocean and the warmth of the state, I guess I inherited it from him, but the flora and fauna of this Southernmost state was so exotic compared to the seasonal flux of the Midwest, it was like vacation every day...


But as my son-in-laws brain cancer progressed, it was decided I should move back and help with her candle biz, as he would no longer be able to be there.


So now back in Iowa...I dream of my love...my Florida...and the magic of this beautiful state. The intricate, delicate beauty crammed with people in the winter...but devoid of people in the heat of the summer, my favorite time in Florida...the sunshine state.