Beach day

We had beach day today.  The beach is in a harbor and it’s scooped out of the rock.  There are huge boulders tumbled together.  They reach like muscular arms into the water and they make a 20 ft high wall behind us.  A rocky hug.  If you were to scramble up that boulder barrier to the rear you come to a field of grass and trees that grow right up to the edge.  One old oak spreads it’s branches protectively above the soft sand, providing shade for a third or more of the beach. 

There are nooks and crannies to explore and big, pitched, boulders slippery with sea-water to slide down. 

We swam and stumbled in the cold Atlantic and threw rocks into watery crevices and collected shells.  Sand castles were built and destroyed and half-way built and destroyed again. 

Knees were scraped, bruises were acquired and nobody pooped where they shouldn’t.

The kids were so sandy it chafes me just thinking about it.

I don’t know if the beach was dug out by glaciers or worn by the ocean or both. 

No punch line here.  Just a fucking really good day. 

Homemaker Man

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