The locals were talking about it yesterday, they called it the “Strawberry Moon”.  I couldn’t wait till night fell and the moon rose over the Gulf.  It was worth the wait, as is everything worth having.  My sis Paige texted me first, asking where it was as she sat in her golf cart at beach’s edge waiting for it to rise.  The next was “nevermind” as she sighted it rising from the edge of the horizon.   My son Matt taught me how to use my large binoculars to snap a shot with the iPhone, and believe it or not, that’s what you see.  Wonders never cease here.  Another magical night living at the edge of the Gulf of Mexico.  Is it any wonder that all us Polks are “salt water souls”?