Back in Rural Florida: Hooray for Cowboys, Waterfowl, Alligators, and Horses
No, this is not a picture of a palm tree on a beach with a bikini-clad babe under it. This is what you can expect in the Florida in which I live. And you wonder why I have set many of my short stories and my next book Dumpster Dying here! This is what I saw in the canal next to our house as Glenn and I were having afternoon tea today. Even better, we spotted the herd of horses that graze in the pasture acrossthis canal. They were too far away for me to get a good photo, but I'm pleased they are still there. Unfortunately things do change, and our foray last evening to our favorite cowboy bar was a disappointment because we saw no one there we knew. We'll try again another weekend. I refuse to give up dancing to country western music. If any of you know of a good cowboy bar around Okeechobee, let me know. I've got a pair of boots that I'm itching to slip on and boogie to some sh-- kicking tunes.