When I was eight or nine, my dad was hired to build a house in Florida for my Godfather.
Dad left early fall, with the plan being; mom would take my brother and me at Christmas time.
We traveled by train..(that's another blog)
As we neared our destination I noticed the Palm trees; and in my excited loud little girl voice I wanted to make sure my mother saw them too.
So I announced, "Mom, look at the Pineapple trees!" Everyone on the train was laughing at me.
How was I to know what they were!
I was just a little bumpkin from Wisconsin!!!
Today I went out to photograph the palm trees. They are so different from any type of tree in Wisconsin.
I hope you enjoy the photos!!
And that's the way it is..................