I absolutely know that with all the fighting I did with Mother Nature this past winter, she has forgiven me my unkind words. And like a great mom, she has held my hand and led me back through the gardens that have laid barren for months. For reasons I’ll not understand, some plants have not returned but the ones that have? They grow stronger and even more beautiful than years past.
I first visited the Naples Botanical Garden when it was just beginning to burst with energized growth and imagination. A few weeks ago, I was fortunate to be able to revisit the gardens after they adapted to a few years of major developing. Such a lovely place to just wander and absorb (especially for those weary of the snowy, northern, winters).
Because nothing says the beach, waves, or water better than children.
I find the fishing piers and the docks so interesting. They are little communities onto themselves with bonds being set and cemented, if only for a moment, over a common cause. Sharing techniques and methods and bait and bullsh**, they pass the hours watching and waiting. But mostly… they dream.