A Magnolia Tree
Standing tall for all to see,
showcasing a multitude of gifts,
with long, green, waxy leaves.
Delicate flowers in sundry colors,
white being the iconic symbol,
of a southern favorite.
Beauty and strength in its stance,
providing shade for those seeking relief,
with sturdy branches for nesting birds.
Autumn brings its offering of food,
lovely cone shaped pods,
red seeds shining in the sun.
Standing tall for us to see,
we must remember,
a Magnolia Tree is a gift for all.
Pileated Woodpecker (photo taken in Mississippi)
A lovely, old Magnolia tree stands next to our coach when we are parked at our favorite “RV resort”. I am not sure how long this Magnolia tree has stood here, but in a way it symbolizes the roots of a family, my family, living on this land and in this area for many years.
My brother and sister-in-law enjoy this land and call it home; their very soul is rooted in every tree and shrub planted here. My love of this country, open spaces, wildlife and all things in nature, I believe, can be traced back to those who settled here.
Our visits are a gift; we will treasure each and every memory.
Look at those claws!
During our last visit, sitting outside near this old magnolia tree, we heard a loud racket. My brother, having heard this sound many times, knew exactly what it was.
This beautiful, female, Pileated Woodpecker flew in the Magnolia tree and immediately began to hunt for a snack. We were amused by its endeavor and I was delighted to have captured a few photos.
Look at those tail feathers
Grabbed it – A red seed filled cone.
Lake Chicot is situated in a grove of majestic wild pecans and ringed with cypress trees standing literally “up to their knees” in water along the nations’s largest natural oxbow remnant, a cutoff of the mighty Mississippi.
At the end of September we visited Lake Chicot State Park. If you find yourself near Lake Village, Arkansas, stop in at this beautiful state park and spend a few days enjoying Lake Chicot. We envision stopping here again!
Scenes from our visit!
“Welcome to Lake Chicot State Park”
Lake Chicot, an oxbow remnant , a cutoff of the mighty Mississippi River
Late evening fishing
Up a Tree in Lake Chicot State Park
Sunset over Lake Chicot
I am so behind in posting. I hope to catch up, now that things have settled down! During the last few weeks we have visited family in Mississippi, attended a family wedding in Florida and visited with friends in Georgia. Tonight, I write this from a Florida State Park in Sebring, Florida called Highlands Hammock.
It begins! We left our gorgeous mountains behind and drove through the eastern plains of Colorado, where we saw Antelope grazing on autumn grasses.
Our current journey is taking us south toward Mississippi and then Florida. Leaving Colorado in the fall is bad enough, but leaving a month early has been very hard. But leave we must.
We have a family member getting married in early October and we are looking forward to attending the wedding. We have also planned a few fun stops along the way, visiting family in Mississippi and friend get togethers in Florida and Georgia.
Initially traveling south on I-25, taking I-270 out of Denver, and then turning onto I- 70, led us into the high plains of Kansas. It has been a few years since we have taken this route.
I couldn’t think of any other word to describe the landscape we drove through today, but peaceful pops into my head. It was a beautiful day with blue skies, open road, dairy farms, sunflower fields and corn stalks. We have never seen so many, mile after mile, of corn fields.
under beautiful skies
as far as the eye can see
corn stalks growing tall
We are spending one night at High Plains Camping in Oakley, Kansas. When we pulled into this campground we remembered being here once before. We were on vacation traveling back home to Colorado from visiting family.
It was late December, it started to snow and it was piling up quickly. Temperatures had reached the low teens. We were desperate for a place to stop and extremely lucky to find this campground with a few open sites. It reached a low of eleven degrees that night. It was the coldest we have ever been. Traveling in our very first RV, an Airstream travel trailer, it was one experience we will never forget!
So once again, after several years, we find ourselves back in Oakley, Kansas at High Plains Camping. This time the temperatures are in the low eighties, so we decided to enjoy locally brewed micro brews at Jacks Pub, here on the camp ground premises. These micro brews are from a brewery in Hays, Kansas and boy were they delicious. Not a bad way to end the day after a lovely ride!
On this lovely autumn evening, I leave you with a sunset photo.
Sunset over Oakley, Kansas