Here on Amelia Island, with restaurants, bars, the library, the beaches and many other aspects of our normal life closed due to COVID-19, many of us have taken to walking the many pedestrian paths
It’s about time. We have lived in a development off Simmons Road for nearly 20 years and, for most of that time, Bucko and I have had bicycles but no safe place to ride from our home.
For a couple of weeks now, I’ve been admiring the tall, reddish flowers that have sprung up along our dune areas on the north end of the island.
During my most recent visit to Gainesville I was vividly reminded about longevity and long-lasting friendships – something represented by the symbol of cranes, some say.
If these were days of yore, when our island was covered with natural forests and you were living off the land, you would find plenty of game, nuts, fruits, and greens in the environment to feed you
Bucko and I have a Christmas routine, just the two of us. Sure, we have family and friends, but they are scattered around the world with their own activities around Christmas time.
Oh, good. If you’re reading this, it means that both of us have survived Christmas.