A wonderful walk on the beach yesterday. Rachel and I decided it was warm enough not only to peel off our jackets but to take off our shoes and walk barefoot. Even on the wet sand at the edge of the turning tide, my feet were not too cold. To me, this is the beginning of summer. I'm hoping today, being Sunday, it will be nice enough to take my beach chair down to the sand and work on the Sunday crossword puzzle. Ah... we've waited long enough for this.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!