Sometimes you are given the gift of a perfect day--and it's foolish not to accept it.
It's a couple of days after Christmas--time to take advantage of some days off to do things like catch up on housecleaning, or replacing some rotted boards on the front deck. That was the plan for today.
But the day was beautiful--cool enough to wear a sweatshirt, but not cold enough to shiver. Clear intensly blue sky. There were some other items on the "things to do during the break" list--like go hiking at St. Marks. We moved that up to the top of the list and took off to hiked the nature trails around the lighthouse. Perhaps "hike" is too vigorous a word--we wandered.
After a few hours, we drove into St. Marks for oysters and shriimp. It was still too lovely to go home, so we went to Wakulla Springs. The problem with living someplace is that you don't get around seeing the sights--so we try to get to Wakulla at least once a year. Our river boat tour was the last one of the day. Not only was the light beautiful, but our boat driver was a man who enjoyed his job, and took advantage of the fact that there would be no boats coming behind to give us a much longer tour than usual. We saw very few alligators (unusual for the Springs) but made up for it in manatees. I wish I could have gotten a good picture of the cormorant who followed us for about 20 minutes. Apparently the boat stirs up small fish and the bird takes advantage of this. We got a great view of how they swim underwater; he would then pop up to swallow his catch.
We came back to the dock just as the sun set and the moon rose. It was time to go home.
It was a perfect day, spent with the man who is both my true love and my best friend.