Once again, the richness of life has kept me away from the tethering effects of a computer.
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| Swamp Lily peeks through the beach boardwalk |
Another day, another reason to go to the beach, this is my therapy and I will share my theraputic process with you, reader of the blog.
We are regulars at our favorite beach, located within the protective perimeter of a state park. Untainted natural landscapes and very few humans...who wouldn't want to visit every chance they get?
For weeks we had been building up the excitment and splendor of snorkling the reef to our visting family. Then came Hurricaine Earl.
No flooding rains or uprooted trees. No power outages or smells of fuel from generators. No effects whatsoever, until to you head for the shoreline. As we traveled the boardwalk across the lagoon, our ears detected a low rumbling that grew into a deafening roar.
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| Crossing the estuary |
The ocean had become a churning monster of hidden currents and crushing waves. The half pint stayed in the shade of her pink umbrella and covered herself with sand and shells while we tempted fate and tested the waters.
In the corner of my eye, I spotted a black circle rushing in with the waves.
It was a helpless baby green sea turtle! I plucked him (I decided it was a "he") up and placed him inside a green plastic snack bowl filled with water. It was rather remarkable how he fit so perfectly inside the child sized dish, it's almost as if the manufacturer knew it would be used for rescuing baby sea turtles from certain death.
His flipper was torn and he was barely moving, the turbulent surf had consumed every last ounce of energy. I carefully walked my wet little patient to the nearest park ranger (why everyone should go to the state park beaches!) who wisked him off to the Loggerhead Marinelife Center. Check the end of this post for a short video clip of our sea turtle rescue.
But the day was not over yet...
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| A flock of White Ibis decorated the trees |
It's Friday night. With our bags packed and the stroller loaded in the car, we headed out for an evening of wild adventures at the zoo after dark. The rain stayed away and blessed our little expedition with balmy tempuratures. As I sat in the jungle dining room and watched the half pint dish out hearty helpings of kisses to her family, I reflected on the scene playing before me. Love is the greatest of these.
She padded out to the deck, tummy now blissfully satisified with grilled cheese goodness. Blindly she passed right under a giant web delicately hanging above. Perched with her diminutive mate, the female is quite an impressive specimen.
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| The Golden Orb Weaver Spider can be found everywhere here |
Mr. Honeybelles does not share my appreciation for any large arachnid. I'm guessing that many who read this will not share my appreciation either. I seem to notice a strong correlation between the amount of angst expressed by Mr. Honeybelles towards a creature and my utter fascination for any subject related to said creature...hmmm.
Highlights of the evening with the half pint include:
- Petting a baby alligator
- Petting a giant snake while saying "ssssssss"
- Talking to a peacock
- Riding the carosel
- Splashing in the fountains
- Watching Mr. Honeybelles get inadvertently soaked
[insert deep contented sigh here]
I guess I'll just watch this baby turtle video for the countless time and smile for another day packed full of childlike memories.
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