We’d be spending Father’s Day weekend in Orlando. First, there was a quick stop by the Magic Arena,
then out to the Orlando RV Resort.
It’s hard to see, but there was rainbow over the campground. Apparently, God gives rainbows with the reservations here. It was lovely.
The rest of the day was spent getting some chores done and we ran some errands. Then we enjoyed the swimming pool. Ahhhhh.
Walmart had these for $1 each. Being big spenders, we bought both!
On Sabbath, we visited the Oasis of Hope SDA Church. They had a special Father’s Day service planned, and we really enjoyed our time there. After church, they served lunch, and it was delicious!! Brodee really loved the spaghetti, and Dayne and Ean enjoyed the refreshing salad. The meal hit the spot.
The afternoon was again spent enjoying the activities the park had to offer.
You can’t see him, but the whole time we were in the water, there was a 10 ft alligator less than 20 yards away. Sometimes, he’d go under…
The fellas all took turns trying to crack coconuts we’d found. Even Mel got into it!
We even has some visitors of the animal kind come through camp. Dayne thoroughly enjoyed his conversation with the birds above, and this little tortoise came toodling by. He was actually quite fast.
On Sunday, we woke up early for some sunrise tennis. Then it was off to pick blueberries.
Before we began picking, Anna wanted to be sure we knew which rows to pick from. There were rows and rows of blueberries, but only one variety left to be picked. They’d been blessed with second crops this season, and all others had been picked. Out of all the different varieties they grow, only the WINDSOR blueberries were left. We used to live in Windsor, CA, and it’ll always be a very special place to us. Coincidence? Nope. Just another little God gift.
Blueberries for Al. (If you’ve read Robert McCloskey’s BLUEBERRIES FOR SAL, then you probably got that joke. Or, if you just read the last sentence…
This is what we picked. Washed, dried, and ready to be frozen. What a yummy snack!!
This farm is a family-run business of siblings and their spouses. One hundred acres of blueberries. This would be their final weekend of berry season, and this day the last one, period. Coincidence? Not a chance. This was another of God’s surprise blessings. 
Meeting Anna and Uncle Roy was a true blessing. They love Jesus and love being able to use their farm as a ministry. It’s obvious God is blessing them in their retirement work, and we’re so glad we met them.
Melbee made a friend, too. This is Also. He showed this city chick how to be a country dog. She ran around that place like a crazy woman until she was pooped. She did so many Rupert runs. (That’s what we call her crazy laps. It’s in honor or Rupert the rhino. Here’s a link if you’d like to see Rupert. He was precious. https://video.search.yahoo.com/search/video;_ylt=AwrNDAACZSxbxg8AKSlXNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTB0N2Noc21lBGNvbG8DYmYxBHBvcwMxBHZ0aWQDBHNlYwNwaXZz?p=rupert+the+rhino&fr2=piv-web&fr=mcafee#id=6&vid=6f6bd91b11a1615a0d903bfe575f7861&action=view There’s a whole documentary on him. If you have time, watch it. Your heart will be glad you did.
After we said good-bye, we were off for Jacksonville. We took a quick picture by the stadium, stopped by a park to play for a little bit, and then settled in for the night.
Jacksonville Jaguars’ stadium
A Malo Walkabout 