I’m a little closer to understanding why folks like to escape to Florida during the winter months. It’s warm, feels like spring in January . . . and you’re bound to meet someone who knows you through their uncle’s first wife’s second cousin!
Seriously. If you’ve never visited Pinecraft, you won’t regret the experience should you choose to do so. There is only one word I could come up with that describes Pinecraft: unique.
Let me describe it for you. It is a small neighborhood of crackerbox houses jammed tightly together with palm trees between them, waving in the balmy Florida breeze. Walking down the street, you will have to say “hi” to every Amish person you meet – those on the 3-wheeled bicycles, the little boy pulling his sister in his bike, and even the Amish man talking on his cellphone! *yeah, you read that right*
Sitting on your porch is an open invitation for anyone and everyone to come up and find out if you know their brother’s first wife’s nephew. Oranges, tangerines, and grapefruits are glorious additions to your daily diet. Going to the beach with the warm sunshine on your back, the crashing of the waves, and the sand between your toes will relax you and put you to sleep.
The first major event of your day will be eating breakfast at the Der Dutchman (not pictured here), where you won’t even be able to reach your table without running into someone you know, or who knows you – or one of your aunts, uncles, cousins . . . or perhaps even your barber.
The second major event will be hightailing it down to the Pinecraft Park to either watch the shuffleboard games going on or risk humiliating yourself, and actually join in!
If you’re not of the shuffleboard mood that day, there is always checkers. Dad likes checkers – I’m too scared to play him!
And you must like people. If you don’t like people, stay away! Florida is filled with people this time of year – and I can’t say as I blame them. We had so much fun, just Lowell and I – and of course, Mr. Fat Squis . . . . oops, Baby Dallas!
We were privileged to be there for the Haiti Benefit Auction in Sarasota, and enjoyed it tremendously! I was amazed at how huge it all was and how much work obviously went into it. I don’t think I’ll be complaining about my little committee jobs for a while!
We had a palm tree like this in our yard where I grew up in California. It was my “attempt-at-tomboyishness” tree! 🙂 Yep. After reading several books where the heroine was a tomboy and climbed trees, I decided it must be cool to climb trees.
Unfortunately, I picked the wrong kind of tree. Climbing up the trunk of that tree is not the easiest, nor painless thing to do . . . as I soon figured out.
That was a defining moment for me. I’d remain prissy if it was going to cause me pain!
Lowell took me out for a wonderful meal, eaten outside in the fresh air, and with scrumptious food!
It was such a blessing to meet some of you readers down there in Florida! So fun to know there are faces, lives, and hearts behind those who visit us at the Shoe. You are flesh and blood just like us – you laugh, you cry, you squeal when someone pinches you too!
Our last evening there, we sat on the beach and watched the sun go down. Sand between our toes . . . heart-to-heart talks . . . the beauty of the thundering waves.
God is good. Life is good.
And I’m pretty sure I have the best husband ever.