A year of us | day 238

A year of us | day 238

day 238

Late in the afternoon, we walked down to the beach. I carried the little past the rocky shore to the sandbar where we waded into cold lapping waves. We watched the swimmer’s daisy yellow bathing cap make a zigzag pattern as she bobbed up and down inching her way to shore. It was the first time I felt at ease the entire day and could have stayed in the water then on the beach all night. Long enough for dinner and a campfire anyway.

A year of us | day 237

A year of us | day 237

day 237

Another early morning. This time with talk of the beaches plus lemons. Why lemons? Why not. I made blueberry pancakes for the boys, coffee for the rest of us. Still too early for breakfast. The sun glowed as orange as the tiger lilies out front which I thought about as the little one and I snipped flowers for the table. White daisies, blue hydrangeas, and a cluster of pink feathery flowers. He carried a daisy in his hand.