Jump In, The Water Is Fine

It was a beautiful day to go to Ponce de Leon Springs in Deleon Springs, Florida. It is populated by huge live oaks, their majestic branches lounging on the ground. I took a picture right away. We moseyed on down to the spring; there were a lot of people in the cold water. I came prepared to get in, I just didn’t realize how cold it was. John and I dipped our feet in first. Then he lowered his body in. “It’s not so bad,” he remarked. I didn’t believe him. I was content to submerge my legs and feet. But then I thought, I came all the way here to experience spring water. There was only one way to do it. So I lunged forward into the water, a bit of a shock to him. When I came up I grabbed the ledge for support (you can stand in it. It’s really not that deep) and rested my arms on the hot concrete. “How’s it feel?” he asked. “Cold,” I said. Well, I got in, so now I could get out. I had just enough upper body strength to hoist myself on the ledge. I felt proud; it was worth it. 

We ate lunch at the Old Sugar Mill Pancake House. I got a BLT and John ordered an au jus sandwich. He doesn’t like peppers (or pickles) so he gave them to me. It was a good meal, except for the coleslaw, which John tried and had to spit out. “You ate that?” Yeah, I did. It was a shame not to order the pancakes, but at least we can say we’ve been there. It’s very rustic, and the plates and cups are speckled like birds eggs. 


Before the springs we ended up in Barberville (cause we got lost) and we visited the yard art emporium. There is every kind of yard art imaginable, from mermaids to roosters, buffalo and lizards, and even some extraterrestrials , plus an assortment of pottery and wind chimes. The wood art is exceptional; it is heavy and expensive, but it is my favorite. 


I am fond of our excursions, and I hope they continue throughout the summer. I will keep you posted. 



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