We are also having some construction done in our neighborhood.
This morning we woke up to find a crew digging a giant pit at the end of our driveway.
David had to maneuver the car very skillfully across our neighbors' driveways to get us to campus.
And now we still have a hole and a small hill of dirt at the end of the driveway.
The resident mockingbird -- who doesn't even like it when we walk out to the car -- is not happy at all about the construction.
On Valentine's Day we went to Maclay Gardens.
We sat on the benches in that little gazebo by the lake.
David wrote me a poem in Greek.
I wrote him a sonnet in English.
Then we walked around for a couple of hours in the gorgeous early spring landscape.
We saw luminous Spanish moss.
Carpets of camellias.
David took lots of flower pictures.
It was too early for azaleas or magnolias, but we saw spectacular flowering trees that we couldn't identify.
Like this one, which had little clusters of vivid pink flowers shaped like bells.
And this very fragrant tree.
And this pinky-lavender one.
We saw all kinds of life, including the very small.
And the very large.
And we left thinking about all the signs of spring flowers yet to come.
I love this photography project What Does Your Tea Time Look Like, which shows you cups of tea from around the world. This is what my tea time looks like, in case you're curious.
Green tea poured from a sunny yellow teapot into my favorite octopus cup. The handle is a tentacle!
It's been very foggy lately, and I keep posting pictures of it because I love the way it makes Tallahassee look like a magical underwater city.
I walked around Lake Ella this evening in the fog. The ducks were already curled up with their heads nestled into their back feathers and one leg tucked up under them, but they woke up and gave me hopeful looks as I passed by. 
I was almost alone in the park with the sleepy ducks and the turtles. One solitary grebe was paddling through the mist. Someone in one of the shelterhouses was playing sad, dreamy jazz on a saxophone; I'm not making this up. Fog must bring it out in people.
Then the white fog condensed into rain, and I headed for home.
