Where The Orange Blossoms Grow...: Beach 2013

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Beach 2013

The long awaited and anticipated beach trip has finally come! Bags packed and fishing poles in hand, we headed to Manasota Key for a week of fun in the sun!

Ice cream from the ice cream boat! Who knew??

We were so glad Matt and Dan were able to come down for a day and a half!

One of many breathtaking sunsets on Manasota Key. We serve an amazing God!

Such fun making memories with Grandmama and Granddaddy!

Watching "Hogans Heroes" makes for a fun ending to the day!

Sweet Daddy, enjoying some much needed relaxation.

Lil pink toes...

Nate isn't too sure about the water at this point...

He would rather be building sandcastles...or trying to catch Seagulls.

CJ and William, however, might as well have gills.

Mama and her boys

Making memories...

This picture could have so many different captions

Ahh, heaven on earth...

Sweet sisters...

One evening was so beautiful us girls decided to have a little photoshoot :)

My beautiful mama

Inseparable friends <3

Brotherly love...lol.

The Lord is so good to us!

Thanks for stopping by, y'all. Until next time!

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Whiddon FamilySeptember 8, 2013 at 5:55 AM
Aww, what a beautiful post. Loved all of the pictures, Mary! Hope y'all are doing wonderfully. We think of you often! Happy Fall....

God bless you,
Mallory
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MarkieSeptember 9, 2013 at 5:28 PM
Lovely pictures, Mary!
It looks like y'all had a wonderful time together! The family photo is beautiful!
Miss y'all! <3
Love,
Markie
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SusanWSeptember 9, 2013 at 8:32 PM
Loved looking at the pictures! Looks like y'all had a wonderful time.
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AnonymousOctober 3, 2013 at 11:02 PM
Great photos and what a nice trip!

Victoria
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The Orange Blossom Song

I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow,
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin',
and the song birds say hello.

I want to wander over yonder, Pick the fruit that's hanging low,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the ocean breezes blow,
I want to cast my line on the falling tide,
Where the tarpon swim below.

I love the sunshine and the beaches, where the palms sway to and fro,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the Spanish moss hangs low,
Where the gators swim through the Everglades,
And the grand old live oaks grow.

I love the wildwoods, and the cities, and the friends I've come to know.
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow,
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin',
and the song birds say hello.

I want to wander over yonder, Pick the fruit that's hanging low,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

Here Is Home

Here is home, my blessed home.
Florida is her name.
God’s Providence has brought me here,
So here I will remain.

Here is home, my beautiful home,
Where God's creation sings
About the mighty power and grace
Of Jesus Christ our King.

Here is home, where in the Spring
The orange blossoms bloom,
And fill my senses to the brim
With their sweet perfume.

I love to hear the honey bees
Buzzing with all their might.
I love the clear, blue, cloudless sky,
And radiant stars at night.

Here is home, where Summer comes
With its burning heat,
Relentlessly providing us
With bugs and burning feet.

But when the Lord provides us
With a gentle shower,
It lifts the weary, wilted head
Of every wildflower.

Here is home, where in the Fall,
I don my scarves and sweater,
But really I don’t need them.
Cotton would do better.

No Autumn leaves are falling.
The trees are still quite green,
But a crisp, cool breeze is blowing,
And the days grow short, it seems.

Here is home, where Winter comes.
It's not so very cold,
But how I love to dig in the sand
My numb and barefoot toes!

In wintertime I love to eat
An orange from the tree.
Such a sweet and sticky treat.
Quite a delicacy!

Here is home where I am proud
To be a humble part
Of Florida's great, rich history,
And hold it near my heart.

The land on which I've tromped and played,
The Spanish settlers roam'd.
They called this place the “Land of Flowers,”
And here they made their home.

When war broke out between the States,
We proved our loyalty
To the precious Southern cause,
For God and Liberty!

Some folks call us “Florida Crackers.”
I'm proud to hold that name.
My ancestors were proud as well,
To call themselves the same.

Here is home, My home, sweet home,
Where life is at it's best.
Every day I thank the Lord,
For I am truly blessed!

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Saturday, September 7, 2013

Beach 2013

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