at the beach

The hours fly by. We play, eat, sleep (baby D,) knit (me,) make new friends and chat with old ones. There is butterfly chasing and minnow watching and sand eating (baby D,) and treasure hunting, and uncountable buckets of water pored over ever evolving sand creations (A. boy). We drag our things back up to the car feeling happy and tired. The boys fall asleep. I stop to take a picture of this osprey nest on the way home.We may just bring a tent and live here all summer. At least until school is out and Papa P is home.