Or shall I say “in.” She simply couldn’t just look. After a lengthy nap, we drove out to First Landing State Park to stroll beneath the Spanish Moss, and watch the gentle tide lap onto the cool sand. While I bent down to take her photo, Winnie lept in the chilly, brackish water. Grin first.

Winnie explored Jamestown by foot. Bear came too.

Our outing concluded under the majestic branches of a southern live oak, the genus that predates the Europeans who settled here.

Up and down and all around the Duke of Gloucester street.

We had a visitor. Hippie Grandma stayed for 3 days. Winnie made sure she felt more than welcome. 

Sometimes, cereal just won’t do.

“Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.” Walt Whitman

Now, that’s my Winnie Girl.

A walk about the fisherman’s pier was just what she needed. Winnie watched the moored boats sway with the tide, compared the smooth texture of the hoses with the rough concrete, and gleefully broke into stride across the parking lot.