Where The Orange Blossoms Grow...: I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream! :P

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream! :P

We've come to love this little downtown ice cream shop, the Cool Shop. Mama takes the boys there for their birthday every year. (She takes us to a tea room and antique shopping) ;o) I tagged along this year for Wills' 4th birthday to take pictures. :)

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The Stricklen FamilyMay 10, 2011 at 1:23 PM
Needless to say, Wills was not being cooperative for his pictures! Except maybe the last one.

Hey! I also used to take you girls there when you were younger! Remember?

Love,
Mama
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KellyMay 10, 2011 at 7:09 PM
What a wonderful tradition to do with your boys!
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Pollock FamilyMay 13, 2011 at 6:59 PM
I absolutely LOVE this post!! You did a wonderful job with the pictures, Mary, you sure have a photographers eye. I love ice cream shops and what a nice tradition. (You have alot of nice traditions.) It's so special.

Love you,
Tina
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ChristianaMay 15, 2011 at 10:31 AM
Love the post Mary! That ice cream shop looks like so much fun:)

Keep up the great photography!

Chrisch<3
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The DischersMay 18, 2011 at 2:33 PM
We used to love that shop too and went there a lot. Lovely pictures!

Aunt Beth
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The DischersMay 18, 2011 at 2:39 PM
Your ice cream's better, though!

:)
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AnonymousMay 21, 2011 at 8:23 AM
Lovely pictures as always, Mary! Looks like Wills had a good birthday in spite of his uncooperative faces ;)
Love,
Sadie
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The Miller FamilyMay 23, 2011 at 5:49 AM
William, Happy birthday! It looks like you had a wonderful time and yummy ice cream!

Love,
The Millers
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GraceMay 25, 2011 at 6:19 AM
Happy birthday, Wills! :D Your such a funny little goof! :)

I loved the pictures. :) But I agree with Mama: Your icecream's better.... :)

Grace
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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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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream! :P

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