(Entering this park and our site, all Live oaks)
Until we started coming to Florida, I don’t think I had ever heard of a live oak. The first time I remember seeing them (not knowing what they were) I thought of Halloween. At dusk they look so grotesque in their shapes. limbs going hither and thither (I remember those words from grade school).
(From our walk in Griffin State Park!)
Those are live oaks behind the Lippazon Stallions.
Now I know, look at them, and think of our lives. The crooks, turns and bends cannot be anticipated. When we think something is easily understood, oops, there comes a bend. Our walks take us under and around many live oaks here in the State Park. They never cease to amaze me at the size of the limbs and how far they will reach cantilevered out.
(The above limb snakes 50’ out over the trail, below is a giant tree in the back ground, see it later)
There are some that reach the ground for support then start skyward again. Much like the turns of our lives. There are times when we feel we are headed down, then support from somewhere, and we start up again.
Now I hear the term Live oak, whether from AL, MS,LA or Texas, I know what they are talking about.
The Live Oak is a tough tree, and lives a long time. Stubborn against the hurricane winds and droughts. It faces adversity and survives, AND so we all must.
(This is the picture in the distance shown above. It is 10’ in diameter and hundreds of years old, It might have been around when Ponce de Leon was near)
(I am reminded of a statement I read, ‘75 isn’t old, compared to a tree!’)
Thanks for stopping by the Log, your time is appreciated.
PS: AS to life:
Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still THINK they are sexy.
The beautiful 1953 Plymouth, we owned a two door brown and tan, in the 1960’s.