Minus the terrible.

The toddlers’ first time in the saddle.

Glowing rodents, tacos from a truck, and one very late bedtime.

After fifteen hours on the road, we have arrived. The seat belts are off, and more often than not, so are their clothes.

Our quiet life of seaside adventures has echoed lyrics of the song that inspired my name:

“I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky,
When the children were babies and played on the beach…                                                         I can still see them playin’ with their pails in the sand,
They run to the water their buckets to fill.
I can still see the shells fallin’ out of their hands
As they follow each other back up the hill.”

True to form, we spent our last weekend by the sea.

“He’s my best friend.”

Now, a kitty face for one means a kitty face for two. 

When potential home buyers invade our space, we drive south for open farmland.