It's about time I remembered my manners and gave you a proper introduction. I've teased several times, mentioning snippets about it here, here, and here. I know, that's not nice, is it? So, I've decided to make it right. Just common courtesy, as they say.
Everyone? Everyone! Please listen up!
(Clearing throat)
I would like to introduce you to...
Gator Lake
Isn't she a beauty? (Well, certainly not like some of the beauties we've seen in Montana and Alaska, but beautiful just the same, in a Florida sort of way.)
Actually, Gator Lake isn't her real name. She has a different "official" name, but we call her Gator Lake because, well, because of this...
Why name her after a Mr. O.L. So-and-So, when you can just call her Gator Lake?
Why?
She happens to be just down the street from our house, a natural treasure that had been kept locked up tight by the city, with high, wild bushes, old wire fences, and No Trespassing signs positioned around her like stern-faced soldiers. Yet, she called to everyone who lived nearby, and after many signatures on a petition, the city finally decided it would be alright to let people enjoy this bit of nature. Oh, happy day!
Now, we can fish there
Drink coffee there
Have picnics there (warm breakfast burritos for a breakfast picnic, yum)
Catch the show of a wild morning glory there
Throw sticks there
Track tracks there
Climb trees there
And relax there
Gator Lake?
Um, we love you
