Saturday was a pretty day here in our area, so I had a bit of spring fever. I spent part of the afternoon working in the yard, doing a little trimming on some perennials, etc. Motor Man worked at our shop until around 2:30. As soon as he pulled into the garage at home, he said: “Let’s go to the beach!”.
So I threw a few things in our weekend bag, and off we went. (Life is rarely boring around our house.)
We stopped along the way to see Aggie. You get extra points if you realize that I’m wearing the same shirt I wore on our last trip to the beach. Gee, I wonder if Aggie noticed…
We were disappointed that we didn’t see ANY wild horses on the beach. We think they must still be “wintering” back in the brush. But we were happy to find that the beach had returned.
You may recall that, on our last trip about a month ago, the same area looked like this.
We were out on the beach in the late afternoon/early evening and decided to catch the sunset from atop Penny’s Hill. It was a bit chilly, but so beautiful and quiet, since we were the only ones there.
Penny’s Hill is a large sand dune, which, according to legend, swallowed a small town by the name of Seagull many years ago. Having seen how quickly the beach changes, we believe that to be entirely possible. It’s a little eerie to be up there and know that you could be standing on what was once a little seaside town.
You have to love a little mystery like that.
We came home yesterday, and I made these festive, pastel deviled eggs for Motor Man’s family’s Easter dinner.
And Motor Man rocked the bunny ears…
(Life is rarely boring around our house.)