Our little island works hard at keeping land developers at bay. It is zoned primarily for agriculture which is what keeps its rural charm, a part of old Florida that still remains. Several times a week, I pass by this scene a couple of miles up the road from me, and know that if I don’t get a picture now, someday it will be gone. The cabbage or sabal palms, as they are called, are native to this area and can withstand their watery surroundings as well as hurricanes.
Primarily pasture land, it is so low in areas that water often remains, especially this rainy season. Attracting herons, ibis and egrets is its gift to nature. Look closely at the photo and you will see a speck of pink…the roseate spoonbill. They are feasting on the multitude of frogs found in this marshy area.
As I turn my camera around to the other side of the road, the tall pines in this palm grove are silhouetted. Bald eagles, ospreys, and hawks are often spotted, but not this time.
Looking back at the marshy area, I am reminded of the Caloosa Indians who lived in this area 6000 years ago. Little has changed in this spot. My imagination takes over and I believe I see a young boy pulling his dugout through the marshy grass. Then, someone’s car honks and I am reminded I am still in civilization.