For the generations unfamiliar with Maurice Chavalier, that was his signature song. We have been blessed with Amy Liz, a graduate in musicology and new assistant, who has decided to spend a year serving the developmentally disabled. This is a 'piece of cake' for her, as she comes from experience in a half way house for ex-offenders, who had to be at times, restrained. She has taken over the supervision of a severely handicapped core member, who has to be lifted from bed to wheelchair, to dinner table, to shower - well you get the idea. Anyway, I was in despair as I do not have the strength nor leverage to move Pam, so the Lord sent Amy just in time. WELCOME!
Saturday we took three residents to the farmer's market, where there is always good entertainment, as well as good food. Afterwards I drove everyone around my old neighborhood in Avondale to see the old homes and historic district, so different from where L'Arche is located.
Each assistant has been given responsibility for an area of attention around the compound. I have been assigned maintenance of the landscaping, which I am loving, as I am a a frustrated gardiner, and love plunging my hands into the dirt. I've set up bird feeders, weeded, mulched and planted roses and other perennials in beds.
Sunday's my day off so I hiked the Timucuan Preserve for about seven miles. The Seminoles survived to open casinos in Ft. Lauderdale, but the Timucuan were decimated by European infectious disease and colonists from England.
Florida hiking does not have the allure of scenic overlooks
found in the West and Northeast
, being relatively flat and uninteresting. Mostly salt marsh and an occasional creek among the flora and fauna of tropical scrub. Some inclines, which in 97 degree heat and humidity, at 1:00 p.m., can be formidable. And just when you think there's nothing more to experience, viola! . . . La Caroline. . . a reconstruction of a 1500's fortress built by French Huguenots. 
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