Where The Orange Blossoms Grow...: September 2010

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Sand, Sun, and Lots of Fun...

Okay, y'all...Please excuse the terribly corny title...I just couldn't resist. :oD
Last week we stayed at a beach house on lovely Englewood Beach with our dear grandparents. :o) We had a great time swimming, fishing, watching dolphins, manatees, herons, pelicans, and just enjoying God's wonderful, miraculous Creation. Thank you, Lord, for the wonderful time you gave us together to rest from our work and count our many, many blessings!
(Okay, enough of the adjectives and adverbs...y'all get the picture!) :o)

Welcome back to the Beach House!!

They're off to a running start!!! :oP

Here, Mama! Look at my...sand??!

The end of one lovely day....

...And the beginning of another!! Y'all ready for breakfast?? :o)

The fishermen are out bright and early... ;o)

He was so proud! He caught 7 fish - 1 was a puffer fish!! :o)
(Obviously not this one)

My handsome Daddy :o)

The...bait man?

Good mornin', sir!

A...shell...or a piece of one. Someone must've found it to be of great significance...at least enough to want a picture of it... :oP

Mmm....Comfy! :o)

Deeda found about 80 shark's teeth :o)

"Hmmm....Sand. I bet it tastes good."

"Mmmm...yeeeah..."

"Okay, maybe not..."

"What are you lookin' at??"

"Ah well...Maybe some of that water would be better."

Paradise!! :o)

Farlow's On the Water, a lovely steak and seafood restaurant

The end of another beautiful day...

...And a glorious beginning to yet another.

The little fishermen (and women..) :o)

I think this is an AmberJack - really pretty!

Supper time...:o)

Good mornin,' Mister...well ignore me then....fine!
(He must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed.)

Good mornin' to you, sirs! ;o)
There were about 10 dolphins jumping that morning. Really neat! :o)

He's quite graceful looking if you ask me... :o)

Well, paradise, see you next year, hopefully!

Phew! All this picture taking is making us sleepy!!!

Bye, bye Englewood!

"Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad; let the sea roar, and the fullness thereof."

Psalm 96:11

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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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Sand, Sun, and Lots of Fun...