We are fortunate to live near the Big Thicket. This happens to be part of the swamp land extending to Florida. At one time and probably still does, people wishing to avoid the consequences of illegal activities hid out in this thickety swampy area. Early missionaries, soldiers, explorers, and ‘the law’ frequently gave up on penetrating this area.
Today, though, large sections are blocked off with boardwalks and trails throughout.
After attending a Christmas party in the country and eating far too much, we decided to take a walk on one of the nearby trails….the Sundew.
We may have spied one sundew plant but there were absolutely no bugs out–a delight for us–but no dinner for the sundews or the pitcher plants.
The past week or so has been incredibly dreary with rain and temps dropping down into the upper twenties necessitating a hunt for wooly underwears in the back of the closet and ice scrapers and moving all the tender outdoor plants inside. While other parts of the country are dealing with mountains of snow, I am shivering in my house meant for temperatures in the upper nineties.
Yesterday the sun came out for a short time while my ‘bestest’ friend and I took advantage of a pre-inventory sale at a fun quilt shop named ‘Jean’s Corner’. Housed in an old feed store, there are murals on the outside wall—it was too grim outside for good photos—and inside a wonderfully warm and welcoming sales staff. I really didn’t need any fabric but I managed to find some ‘must have’ fabulous fabric. We toured an antique store and then had a tasty soup and sandwich lunch at the Courthouse Café –or was it the Whistle Stop?– right across from the Polk County Court House. A short stroll through Big Thicket Days in Kountze yielded a fistful of envelopes from World War One days. Poor husband had a much less successful day spending hours hunting the right fuel filter for his truck.
The sun went back into hiding today but that did not deter us from a walk through the Sundew Trail and the Turkey Creek Trail in the Big Thicket. In centuries past, the Big Thicket was a refuge for assorted scoundrels with a few brave settlers attempting to penetrate the dense undergrowth. Now there are designated pathways through the forest and savannahs. Sundews were not out but pitcher plants were in abundance. One other couple braved the weather to walk the trail and so we were pleased to have the trails to ourselves. Several tiny birds flew about the pines—we think they were wrens from the cheerful twitching of their tail while several vultures cruised over head. Our lunch was squashed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches consumed while sitting on the end gate of my truck.
Home to battle the spaghetti bowl of computer and telephone lines and power cords ( a small house organization project) and then a DVD of the BBC series of LIFE while consuming nachos. How could life be better?
More photos from the Big Thicket are on smugmug here: