Morning at Carywood is beautiful and peaceful. Just what I needed. And it doesn't hurt that Bob is one of the most thoughtful people I have ever known with a big slab of humor on the side. Thanks Bob for the long talk over coffee.
I finally got out of his hair about 10:30 a.m. and headed just up the road to the historic part of Micanopy. Surprisingly, it was just as I remembered it. So much of the landscape everywhere has changed and going back to visit areas that use to give us comfort because of their familiarity can be shockingly unrecognizable. Not so here. Historic Micanopy seems lovingly preserved.
This part of Florida, north central, has never held much appeal for me as a place I would want to live (I'm a water girl) but I've always loved its little historic towns, rural farms, and sweeping Oaks loaded with Spanish Moss. It's my version of Americana. Pictured above Herlong Mansion Historic Inn and Gardens.