The Units and The Canines

Dad loves these dogs! Klondike got his summer haircut and he is looking forward to our Fernandina Beach trip next weekend. I don't think Nathan will let me take Trixie.

Sighting Proteus, hearing Triton blow his wreathed horn...

The Mullet were jumping today on The Wacissa.
Tricolored herons took flight as I approached...
My airboat friends warned me about this moccasin on a log in Blue Spring...
Little green herons are fishing. I like to watch them...




This is Trixie walking with me on the Greenway. She is not microchipped and no one has claimed her so she is now the resident princess dog. She is saying, "Excuse me, but did you say, TREATS?" More swamp flowers are in bloom along the river.
It seems someone is eating apple snail eggs! Who? Who?
"THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US; LATE AND SOON"
by William Wordsworth

          The world is too much with us; late and soon,
       Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
       Little we see in Nature that is ours;
       We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
       The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
       The winds that will be howling at all hours,
       And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
       For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
       It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
       A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;                      
       So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
       Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
       Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
       Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn

Lady Devonshire of Avondale and The Greenway

Red Admiral butterfly
I returned to the Greenway Friday morning for a walk, thinking it had been so long since I had done so and without a dog, it isn't as much fun. I remembered how much Curly Dog liked this walk and wished again for a new dog . I have looked about for a canine companion since Curly went under the fence and over the wall three years ago. On my way home I spotted this little girl trudging up Devonshire all alone, dirty, with no collar. Home she came with me. I've begun a search for her family. In the meantime, I'm fostering her and my goodness, does she fit in around here! I cleaned her up, gave her a collar and I am going to check for a microchip but so far no one has claimed her. I want to keep her so much! She only responds to "treats" and so I've taken to calling her Trixie since Lady Devonshire of Avondale didn't float her boat. Isn't she adorable? I emailed the entire neighborhood and no one has missed her so far. I think she may have been sent by Mark....

Monday floating

It was a hot,lazy day on the river....I needed a respite after the weekend festivities...

Graduation Day

Bill Dollar, my dad, the grad (looking for a job!), Bill M, and mom