Making My Home A Haven is important to me. Sharing homemaking skills. Recipes and food. Bible Studies. This is a treasure chest of goodies. So take a seat. Have a glass of tea and enjoy. You will learn all about who I am.
There has been a lot of changes here over the past 6-7 years. We are reclaiming the land. Reverting it back to what it once was. Part of Lake Kissimmee. Pushing in the ditches from the sod farm, leveling out the land.
We once had miles and miles of paths here that we could travel MOST of the year. Now the land is under water in most places.
It is a continuing process. I also continue to pick of years and years of trash that was just left here by previous owners and their workers.
This is the first in a series that I am starting.
A Photo And A Short Story.
This was just happens to be from Our Neck Of The Woods.
Rolling Meadows Ranch: Miles from home.
What could I possibly be doing way out in the middle of nowhere ?
On this particular day, I was actually riding around certain areas looking for exotics and trash.
There is and will always be trash to be found on Rolling Meadows. That is a story for another day.
Part of the responsibilities that I have is Invasive Exotic Plant Control and Removal.
That day however, I had BETTER things to do than JUST WORK.
It was May 11 , 2012. May is already hot . We’d been having temperatures in the upper 80’s. The humidity was still LOW.
That afternoon it was just beautiful out. Not quite COOL but far from being as hot as it had been. I got ready for the job on hand. I had the Polaris 4 wheeler.
I had already spent a few hours working. Although driving around on a fourwheeler is easy work when it is nice out.
I was near what we call the BEER DRINKING TREE ( we have lot’s of names for certain landmarks. ) Lot’s of stories to tell about that.
Anyway On this particular afternoon, I had just picked up an old plastic bottle or ????
I remember just staring off down this long dirt path between sod field. Much of which was being reclaimed by Lake Kissimmee (the 3rd largest lake in the state).
I swear I heard it calling me, “Sarah, Sarah….Let’s have some fun”.
I spent the next couple of hours just having fun. Not speeding. Not doing anything I wasn’t suppose to do. After All, I am a volunteer .
I don’t always have a schedule to keep.
It felt so good to have the wind in my face.
Fun times on Rolling Meadows Ranch.
And that is the story behind this photo.