digging around

 

 

 

 

 

Late September and the livin' is easy.  I must have written this a thousand times but it bears repeating:  We live in a stunningly beautiful place and we should be ashamed if we don't make the most of it.  And we do.  Or try to anyway.  So here we are on a Sunday digging holes in the sand and riding the waves.  There is something relentlessly fun about sand castles.  I don't think I'll ever grow out of the joy of thoughtlessly sculpting walls and battlements and moats.  And now I have help.  Schuyler loved washing the seaweed in the buckets and then decorating the keep yard with "grass".  Charlie, of course, enjoyed knocking it down.  But everyone loved when the tide rushed into the moat and filled it up for just a few seconds before seeping away again.  Schuyler is also no chicken.  She went right into the ocean with her mama despite waves which quite frankly bordered on unsafe.  This is good.  This is a good life.