Wednesday, March 7, 2012
When I saw the flock of white birds swimming in Lake Griffin, I wasn't sure what they were. They turned out to be white storks with black tip wings. I followed them around the entire lake trying to get a close up range. They were beautiful when they spread their wide wings and took flight. The birds were migrating and Lake Griffin was a stopping point for their journey.
- A poem lovely as a tree.
- A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
- Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
- A tree that looks at God all day,
- And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
- A tree that may in Summer wear
- A nest of robins in her hair;
- Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
- Who intimately lives with rain.
- Poems are made by fools like me,
- But only God can make a tree.
- by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
Monday, March 5, 2012
These photos were taken within three days of each other. A cold wintry day in Minnesota as Azaleas are blooming in North Florida.
Snow, Ice and Frozen Lake time for fishing huts!