Winter Break

I spent less than 24 hours in Florida earlier this week... I wasn't looking forward to it - as I had a lot to do, very little time to do it, was travelling with a person who liked chain restaurants (I like local places when I travel.), and knew I wasn't going to be able to look at the ocean.

In reality, I did see the Atlantic - but only from an airplane. Here are a few photos of orange picking (This morning, I had a grapefruit that I personally picked for breakfast - which is cool), the ant colony I stepped on (see below for details), and some crazy old houses. I also met Sally Chapman, who's grandfather was George Putnam, the publisher. Years ago, he fell in love and eventually married Amelia Airhart. (Sally Putnam Chapman wrote a book about it called Whistled Like A Bird, available at Amazon.com)

Sorry for the short post - I'm just swamped... But I hope you northerners enjoy sharing my little bit of Florida Sunshine with me.

BTW - I've spared you the photo of my swollen, polka-dotted, ant-bitten ankle. You don't even have to thank me! I don't even want to look at it... Just know it looks worse than it feels (the actual attack wasn't horrible either. I was just reminded of how sticky ants are - and how difficult it was to wipe them off my leg... and then how difficult it was to further get them off my wrist... Don't you feel sorry for me?!!