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Note: I have added a link to Sherry’s Salon web page in the last paragraph. I think you’ll find it is not your typical salon page.

Are we becoming England? I mean that in the best way. I think of the English as animal lovers, almost to obsession. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. In fact, I am seeing the U.S. moving even more in that direction. Take one simple hour in my life today.

My hairdresser is located at a marina. Beautiful views of the harbor and the St. Johns River are right out the window. Even better is waiting for your appointment on the deck overlooking the river. But water ways with fish are magnets for stray animals. One poor pregnant cat showed up one day and gave birth in the shop (but that’s a secret). The kittens were quickly placed with customers from the shop and the diner next door. Mama kitty was spayed and was snoozing on the deck today.

Her pictures are displayed all over the shop. Today there was another picture, a digital frame flashing photos of a tiny squirrel and another cat. The shop owner took me through the story of his life beginning with the day her cat brought the tiny newborn through the cat door. That was over a year ago. The frame chronicles his move to the screened porch and finally to the outdoors, where today he has tiki bar, porch swing, picnic table with corn to share with his friends. There is even a whirligig to shoo away the hawks.

I had hardly begun my personal beautification when a guy walked in with his two-month old shitz shu puppy. We oo-ed and aw-ed over him, then talked of spiders and bats we have known in Florida.

I used to avoid going to “beauty parlors” because I felt so uneasy with the gossip and one-upmanship going on around me. You won’t find that at Sherry’s in Sanford, Florida http://www.sherryturnersalon.com/ , but you had better love animals.

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I DID taste salt in the cool 72 degree water of Salt Springs. It surprised me because it is inland, in the Ocala National Forest. We motored up to the springs Sunday, a beautiful sunny day. 

When we went across Lake George, the huge, shallow, sometimes treacherous lake, looked like a mirage, with its shimmering waves. It was a nice ride, almost making me forget the last time I was there. Coming back across in late afternoon was another story. Even with absence of storms, it was an E ticket ride. P1050706

The cool, clear springs were amazing. Most of the St. Johns has so much tanin from cypress trees the water is brown, but not here. I must give a plug to tannin, though. It will clean anything from your boat shoes to your jewelry. I tried to save a bottle once to use at home as a jewelry cleaner, but that didn’t go too well. It started stinking after a few days.  

The scenery looks like a Highwaymen painting anywhere you look. The Highwaymen were painters who sold their Florida scenes by the highways in an earlier time. P1050716The water was a bit stirred up by boaters and swimmers, but still clear enough to see bottom where we anchored. A little research revealed the water bubbles up through ancient salt deposits. 

A few more shots of the area surrounding the spring and the river leading to itP1050749.

The photo to the left is of a midden, mollusk shells left by Indians who lived along the banks of the St. Johns.

 

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