The Ocean’s Pull
Myrtle Beach was one of my favorite vacation destinations when I was a kid. My sisters and I would spend the daylight hours chasing the waves and evenings playing putt-putt golf. In between we amused ourselves with games, puzzles, and eating. Sleep was our last choice of activities. I’m sure my parents were exhausted when we finally headed home.
This weekend H and I found ourselves in the Myrtle Beach area for a family reunion. I noticed that the things I remembered as a child appeared a bit louder and more gaudy now. The beach was still beautiful, of course, but that rush of excitement wasn’t quite as grand this time, and the polish wasn’t nearly so shiny. It’s funny how my perspective has changed as I’ve aged. I wonder now how my Mom and Dad really felt about the beach back then.
A is for Architecture…
…as in New York style. A taste of the Big Apple from our girls’ weekend this summer.
Function Meets Beauty
I wouldn’t want to tangle with the construction crew that assembled this nest, but I have to admit that I am amazed at the magnificence of their art.
Ending with a Smile
Enjoying a summer evening on the porch… an amazing orchestra of insects, remnants of a birthday past, and a game of Ticket to Ride. A lovely end to the day.
Behind the Glass
Window displays in New York City are a treasure in their own right — abstract, fantastical, and fun. This week I thought we’d take a peek at some of them.
New York with the Girls
I’ve just returned from a weekend with my sisters, niece and girlfriend in the Big Apple… it’s amazing what you can do in three days. Stories on the way.
Mooved
I can’t help but giggle at this: My interpretation of what I saw after returning from a field trip to a dairy farm. I was seven years old. Learning that a cow has four stomachs obviously really impressed me.
Rest Stop
It’s not unusual for us to find turtles sauntering through our yard. This fellow was rattling the leaves in the flower bed when I discovered him. I’ve read that they like fruit, so there are always strawberries in the house for just such a visit (and for H’s breakfast cereal). It seems like a proper treat for stopping by. There’s no rhyme or reason as to when they appear, and I often wonder what the little road map in their heads must look like. Where are they off to with such determination? Regardless, I’m happy they stop by. I like to think of our house as a friendly checkpoint along the journey.
Tasty Memories
Today we stopped in a local market to buy strawberries and ended up at the Old Fashioned Candy Shop display, where we found ourselves reminiscing about the treats of our childhoods. We came home with a nice variety of fruit, a foot-long Tootsie Roll, and a bar of banana Turkish Taffy.
A Watchful Eye
It’s a very full house, and Mom has been busy keeping her three little peeps fed (see last week’s post). They should be launching in just a few days.
Tree Fishing 