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