Yesterday I found myself working in the yard, pulling weeds of all things.
In 75 million degrees (OK, maybe it was only like 99 degrees), I found myself longing for the beach once again.
And the sand, oh the sand. Soft, warm, forgiving playground and lounge chair in one.
Sand, wonderful weedless sand.
Weedless that is, except for seaweed. And that's a weed I can love.