a new rash guard to protect my poor child who was blessed with my skin.
Bikini-mama--guess what??? She tans! Yet another way she's like her grandma Hi-daho.
She also eats sand...lots of it.
Ezra floating in his turtle ring. He actually catches a few waves in that thing.
Off to the water--it's awfully hard to pull him outta there!
Lots of sea turtles in the water and on shore around here.
We eat most meals out on the picnic tables by the ocean. This supper was made complete with fresh sweet corn we bought at a Saturday market just across the street from Pipeline.
Sun. sand. waves. heat. warm breezes teasing your hair. foam from hard waves receding back into the ocean. the scent of salt in the air. children laughing in the ocean. surfers everywhere. sunscreen. sunburns. giggling. the air heavy with the scent of plumeria. bright flowers. These are all words I have in my vocabulary. The words to describe how I feel about all these things...do not exist.