We landed perfect weather for the long weekend and on Sunday afternoon, we headed south to visit my friend Sharkbutt and enjoy a last day at the beach. The waves, distant remnants from Hurricane Earl, were pretty spectacular. And the sunlight and breezy warmth also measured up quite nicely. It was a perfect day at the beach.
JT played in the sand, later announcing that he had sand in places it shouldn't be.
He dared the waves to knock him down and they obliged.
And we all banked some rest and relaxation for the tiring schooldays ahead.
As I contemplate the damage of first 6 months of the Cheetoh Kleptocrat’s rule, I cannot fathom what the next 6 will bring us. I grow weary of the vigilant fear that is occasioned by this president. Time to exercise the 25th amendment, y’all. I like to read (I just finished Jane Austen’s Emma), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… baby bunnies, summer blooms, morning coffee, flip flops and toe rings, planning history lessons, Harriet Tubman, enchanted fairy gardens, farm stands, homegrown tomatoes, thinking about my bulletin board, crisp white shirts, leisurely summer days, mowing the lawn, pinning my hair in a bun, lush green hostas, shiny wood floors, adventures with T, and a sweaty workout.