Blue skies, blue water: the beauty of a hike at Blue Run Park in Dunnellon is in the glimpses of blue amid the supersaturated greens that provide deep shade along its trails. Blue Run itself is the Rainbow River under its oldest of names. It, too, was Blue Spring, like many found across Florida, named […]
Florida settled into my soul like a fine mist during my childhood, thanks to my father’s dreams. In the late 1950s, he came to stay with family in West Palm Beach to recuperate from major life changes he’d experienced, from the loss of his father to his mother’s remarriage and his dream of college slipping away.
Sometimes, life gives you pause. That happened a month ago for us, when a planned two weeks in the Panhandle morphed into a need to be with family.
Life often feels like a headlong rush, until what’s most important comes to the forefront. Here’s what’s been going on for us over the past couple months and our step-by-step efforts to get back to “normal.”
There’s always been a certain magic about crossing the Florida state line. It’s not that the terrain looks any different than South Georgia. But it’s Florida.