Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Strawberry Fields

In my last post I wrote about living in South Florida many years ago when I was newly married. There were so many wonderful memories...such as

Sunsets over the beach....soft, balmy breezes on a summer evening....the Everglades...cool Coconut Grove....Strawberry milkshakes straight from the strawberry fields....real Florida oranges......Shrimp fresh off the boat.....a drive along the coast, anytime....a dip into the pool after a hot, humid day....Latino music...the diverse culture....the relaxed atmosphere...driving along the Florida Keys....hot, hot, hot Miami!....the children of the migrant workers that used to come into my store....picture postcard memories.






5 comments:

Aliene said...

Isn't it good to reflect on the past.
I was raised in a little town in south Louisiana and I thought things would never change. But now it is an antique town. Nothing is the same. But I do have memories of our first little house with hamburger and ice cream stand across the street. guess I too old. I don't like change in that way too much.
Stop by and visit me again. Blessings!

Rita said...

I love all your memories. I could just feel my self walking down that beach that you described. I know you have some wonderful memories there. Have a wonderful week.

Rita said...

I love all your memories. I could just feel my self walking down that beach that you described. I know you have some wonderful memories there. Have a wonderful week.

Barbara said...

Hi Anita, Oh I loved this post, and I too loved the fresh home made ice cream right from the fields, we used to get them also in Homestead, FL loved it, now I am in Southern GA and miss my Florida, I do love Florida, my heart is really there, thank you for this nice post, God bless you and I am going to follow you now, and add you to my favs so I can find you again, lots of hugs my Florida friend, Barbara
http://bakinnbitsbarbara.blogspot.com/

Janet, said...

Looks like you have a lot of wonderful memories of South Florida.

Pictures

Growing up in my era we didn't take a lot of pictures. Of course, there were the school pictures, which I dreaded, and Mom rarely bought...