As far back as I can remember my extended family (mother’s side) spent summers visiting North Carolina’s barrier islands. Carefree days running barefoot, rolling down sand dunes, poking sticks into sand fiddler holes, peddle-pushers and sun-bleached hair.
A few of us met up a week ago, jump-starting another summer. 🙂 It was lovely: sleeping in, dining alfresco, jacket weather, beachcombing, quiet. Alas, requisite “progress” has invaded. Yet, there is still a salty beauty: seagulls screaming, waves crashing, relentless sun, hot sand, shady porches. Give me a sun-faded cedar-shingled vintage cottage every day.
Have a good week! – – Joanne