She Sorts Seashells (not exactly) by the Seashore in the Sunshine, Snowbird 2026 Season
I haven't been blogging much lately, taking out my frustrations and anger primarily at the political slice of our world through what I consider pithy comments on Instagram. If you are so inclined, you can follow me at Bigtenmom2000, the moniker harkening back to the turn of this century when we had three collegians at three separate Big Ten (then only the Big 11) institutions of higher learning. Their respective educations have proven to serve them relatively well, important I believe to point out since the value of certain fields of study is currently being raked through the coals. Anyhow, enough about that.
Over the past nine years that we have Snowbirded in Florida, our time has taken on a relatively distinct rhythm. The earliest 6 weeks can be chilly by Florida standards, disappointing by a Snowbird's measure. If you're parking your butt approximately 1400 miles south in a place advertising itself as the Sunshine State, you're expecting to see positive results, as in the wearing of flip flops, shorts and the ability to situate yourself on the sand or by the pool without burying yourself under beach towels and blankets. Floridians warn visitors to watch out for iguanas falling from trees when the temperature dips below 50 F. Snowbirds might then warn Floridians that we'll be complaining about the crappy weather. It's amusing for Northerners to see Floridians in the local grocery store during such chilly snaps wrapped in down coats, Uggs, knit hats. We all find our own ways through, yes? And this is not to say that it's typically chilly for a six week stretch. Just as at home, the thermometer can bounce up and down, most usually accompanied by warm sunshine. Snowbirds become adept at finding spots that the cold wind is blocked out and the sun feels a welcome change to gloomy, gray skies.
The revolving door of visitors usually doesn't kick in until early March, continuing until mid-April. From my perspective, this is the best time of the Snowbird Season, not to in any way discount the perfectly wonderful moments with our February visitors.
From a seashelling perspective, I use the first couple trots down the beach to check out what types of shells the Gulf is washing up this year. Since I have a nice collection of shells already at home, this year I chose to approach shelling with a end project or two in mind and I must say, I think it is going to turn out well.
Given we are on our way home Thursday, yesterday and today was designated for sorting seashells. I did take some photos but since my downloading skills are less than minimal, no attached photos. Maybe I'll add some to the Facebook post.
Farewell Florida with our gratitude for all the memories we made here.
Minnesota, on our way. I'd like to get into the garden soonest, so Mother Nature, would be most appreciative of your cooperation. Friends and family, you have been missed. We hope to make up for lost time.
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