Refuge

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Whenever I get a chance, I take my 11-year old son, Ian, to the Lake Jackson Indian Mounds here in Tallahassee, Florida. This is my own personal refuge from the “real” world. When I was little, our mom used to take us there for picnics. I’ve been taking Ian ever since he could walk. There’s nothing more soothing than walking in the woods, hearing nothing but birds chirping, squirrels scampering up the trees, leaves falling, and the gentle rhythm of the creek water running. Ahhhhhhhh. Serenity!

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15 thoughts on “Refuge

    1. The area we live in is very close to Georgia, so we have rolling hills, woods, and isn’t tropical like South Florida. The word “Tallahassee” is Native American and means “seven hills.” (And yes, we have those seven hills!)

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  1. Wonderful, Schelley! We need such refuges to keep our balance in such crazy real world! Great that you have such place close to you ant that you share it with your son! Beautiful photo! Also, so beautiful the way you wrote this: “There’s nothing more soothing than walking in the woods, hearing nothing but birds chirping, squirrels scampering up the trees, leaves falling, and the gentle rhythm of the creek water running. Ahhhhhhhh. Serenity!” Thanks so much!!! πŸ™‚

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    1. Your comments always put a smile on my face, Fabio. Especially this one! πŸ˜€
      Once upon a time, this girl wanted to be a writer. Everyone thought this would happen. And it did, just not a creative writer, but rather a technical one. Sometimes the creative writer in me sneaks out.

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  2. Reminds me of a place called the Duke’s Drive, a stretch of woodland close to where I used to live when I was a kid. Used to take the dog for long walks there and it was part of the regular cross country course at school.

    Nice capture, Schelley.

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      1. We were just talking about it over dinner and how one time I got confronted by a herd of cows, who had a fair number of calves, while crossing a field on the way home one summer morning back in the late seventies!
        That was quite scary ..for me and the dog!

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          1. Well, the time I was caught, I yelled and my boxer dog went nuts. The cows could care less and they inched forward ( obviously to protect the calves) with the dog barking like bonkers…I turned and ran!

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