I had to pick two ‘Ms’ even though I know that will make this post too long.
Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings wrote about ‘my’ native land in “South Moon Under” (the first of hers that I read), “When the Whippoorwill,” “Cross Creek” and “the Yearling” and captured, for me, the essence of the deep hammock with its palmettos, white-sand trails, piney woods and giant oaks.
|MKR first novel|
|MKR home in the park|
Oh, and she has a state park named after her…
How could I write about North Florida and not mention Manatees?
|Our young Frenchman's first experience|
Those great “so-ugly-they-are-beautiful” gentle beasts that defy man’s reign on their territory with steady, benevolent endurance. Talk about the perfect example of non-violent manifestation. For animals that don’t move very fast, these great “sea-cows” shock and awe everywhere they go. We were lucky enough one year to stay aboard a friend’s boat docked in a marina in Titusville, FL for a few days. No sooner had we arrived and started to cart our belongings down the dock, than we glance into the water, as one does, and saw manatees! I mean RIGHT there, so close we could touch them. Only then did we notice the signs everywhere telling you not to touch them. At the time we had a young Frenchman staying with us and who were we to tell him that the magical animals were off limits? He’d traveled over 3000 miles to visit Florida; I wasn’t about to tell him he couldn’t touch the beasts lounging in the water next to him. Plus, I have to admit, I had never, ever been so close to one before. Did I say magic? Yes, these huge mammals are fascinating. They move like miniature whales, with a slow grace that belies any stress on their part. Already this post is too long, so I will leave you with; if you ever come to North FL, find a manatee to goggle at. They are well worth the effort…
Here is a site to help you find manatees: