I've got that lazy feeling. That stroll on the beach feeling. That endless blue sky feeling.
We've had a productive day at the cabin, with time left over to sit and read and walk on the beach and soak up some sun.
Tom got the picnic tables assembled and in place.
He finished the shingles on the shed.
His cousin Dean arrived this afternoon and they replaced a rotting board on an old table.
I worked in the garden again.
This is my work out space for my exercise routine in the mornings.
Yesterday evening I took a walk in the dike.
The Ocean Spray is blooming.
So are the blackberries.
The madrone trees are a'pealing.
Our neighbor's garden is beautiful.
Clouds just don't seem to want to stick around and strolling on the beach is therefore compulsory.
Sitting here to read is also required.
And when the tide fills the lagoon, and the wind is almost non-existent, Wow!
We dream all winter about days like this.