Sometimes I have to pinch myself that where we live, day after day, is actually a vacation destination for many people who come from far away to spend a weekend on the beach. They may have saved money for months to afford a few days splashing around in the waves and relaxing on the san that makes up our neighborhood. I feel such gratitude that I can zip down the beach road on a whim, as we did yesterday, with less than two hours to spare; we simply needed to swim in the sea. It was almost 100 degrees outside and the sun gleamed in a brilliant blue sky. So off we went, while Kai was at camp, to the beach. The older two boys swam gleefully as I read Bread and Wine and dreamed of delicious meals to make my sun-kissed family for dinner. At one point I looked up and snapped this photo of my view. Then I pinched myself. This really is our home , our daily vacation spot, the place my boys have now lived for longer than anywhere else in their lives. We are living this beachy ...
Beautiful photos, lovely pink!
ReplyDeleteCool and fun. =)
ReplyDeleteSUCH a wonderful poem and the pics are absolutely AMAZING!!
ReplyDeleteI love this part of the poem:
"buttercream centers
sweet tart petals
falling delicately
into pink puddles below"
Genius. Thanks for sharing! xoxo
Gorgeous pictures!
ReplyDeleteSo pretty Misty! These grow in your yard? You must love to look at them and enjoy their beauty.
ReplyDeleteSo very beautiful. Thanks for sharing
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