If you’ve read me very long, you know by now where my favorite place is—the seashore, preferably somewhere along the Florida panhandle on the Gulf coast. Just returned home from spending a few days there. Snapped a lot of pictures but I won’t bore you with too many.
May at the beach is enjoyable to me. The K-12 kids are not out of school yet; somewhere in America it’s college spring break but those kids go where there’s more action than where I go. Don’t get the wrong impression—I love children, we have two grown ones. But when I go to the beach it’s for relaxation and doing nothing if that’s what I choose to do. So May is a good time.
Sometimes in May the pool water is still cool because the temperature hasn’t yet warmed the water. But since we had several days of summer temps in May the water was comfortable enough that your teeth didn’t chatter if you took a dip. A few times our little family—nine of us—has taken a beach trip together. It’s a lot of fun as long as somebody doesn’t get a terrible (what other kind is there?) sunburn or eat too much fresh seafood. Can you really eat too much fresh seafood?
The tar balls from the BP oil spill were not evident nor were any cleanup crews working. But the numbers of people there did seem fewer than on former trips. I do think tourism will pick up during the summer, if we can still afford gasoline for the trip.
I look forward to being at the beach any time of the year. Planning the trip is exciting. Just thinking of going fills me with hope and expectation. Perhaps because my time there is not structured, there’s no stress, and I’m happy at the seashore.
“Happiness is something that comes into our lives through doors we don't even remember leaving open.” —Rose Wilder Lane, the first child of Almanzo and Laura Ingalls Wilder, writer of the "Little House" children's books.
When has happiness shown up when you least expected it?
Till next time … keep on smiling.