it’s so quiet here this morning. I love that.
and beautiful! I think we’ll go to the beach for a short stroll.
this beach where we walked endless hours with our screaming wild woman.
remember those days Scott? The lounge “chairs” we’d carve out of the sand?
That was just before the wild woman made her entrance and I was a beached whale.
that house we lived in is gone, so is the bar. Not a trace of it left.
A big wave out to you Miss A who so kindly stopped to visit my beasties yesterday ;0)
three more nights!
|From Drop Box|