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my own Everglades
Two days ago, Writer's Almanac quoted Marjory Stoneman Douglas, eulogizer of the Everglades, who said of them,
Nothing anywhere else is like them: their vast glittering openness . . . the racing free saltness and sweetness of their massive winds, under the blue heights of space . . . the simplicity, the diversity, the related harmony of the forms of life they enclose . . . it is a river of grass.
(vast glittering openness
sweet massive winds
blue heights of space
a river of grass)
One day I'll see them. For now, here is my own Everglades, waiting to be reborn.

Nearby a male turkey was displaying for an only moderately interested crowd.

One more picture, this from yesterday--the turbulent sky ocean

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Is the top picture a creek? (I ask because it doesn't look to be flowing in that particular pool.)
I love the turkeys. I don't think I've ever seen wild turkeys.
Did you have a storm? The clouds are wonderful!
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It did rain! But at that point the sky was just lowering and fuming without actually letting loose with waterworks.
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my pleasure!
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How handy to have had such a great gardening supply right by you.
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yes--so beautiful!
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The looks of one's own place are-- or should be-- dear whether they're given signs or not.
I've long thought that my lifelong myopia has been an advantage in the enjoyment of not-so-grand scenic sights and sites.
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I have nothing positive to say about presbyopia, I'm afraid. :D
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