Every morning the sea gulls would start crying and circling. I knew someone must be coming to feed them so I waited. Then a woman in a red hoodie would come up the path and start throwing chicken scratch for the gulls, but the crows would come and then the black birds and then the smaller birds.
It was a lovely weekend. I am glad we had reservations made from back in January. The weeds really would have kept me at home. I didn't feel so bad, with the first thing George did was say how sorry he was for his weeds. It must be something gardeners do. I feel like that is all I do too.
Last night, I made sure I woke up so I could take a picture of the full moon shining on the water. I have wanted to do that my whole life. It was so pretty. This is my attempt.
|For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea. e.e. Cummings|