That’s what I always think the 4th of July is, the heart of the summer, the time of blueberries and peaches…even though there are still three more months ahead and only one behind…(too many years on the academic schedule I guess.) And for us the 4th of July means the beach…this year like most of the last 24… Our little part of the beachy world looks like this, looking back toward land and then looking across the bay to the spit…
From our vantage points around our small neighborhood we look south and west, see the tides move and the sun set, watch the fireworks…
and this year there was special magic afoot…
things that had been lost were re-found…
NEW things were found…
…a few things found new life (thanks Lisa, thanks Zach)…
there were games…
drama…
sports…
the chef was in the kitchen…
the table was ready…
the clean-up crew was efficient and worked fast…
and though our house is small…
there’s room…
And of course a few traditions were continued…
Nearby we found the PERFECT view lot of our dreams (but sadly not our bank account)
had waaaayyy too much fun…
and came home with a little bit of laundry (that would be 6 loads…)
the only wish for next year? A washer and a dryer…
On The Way 
Thank you Bonnie.
Enjoyable post,delightful & beautiful photos,and adorable children makes me smile.😊
Sheer perfection.
Reading this was kind of like a visit to your beach haven. How wonderful to have it filled with a little one again.
Totally enjoyed “our” trip to the beach! First haircuts are so, well, shocking. First step to coming of age,and as hard on the cuttee & cutter as the rest of us.
Did the Unicorn show up?