White Sands

Winter beaches.  Summer beaches.

I have my favorites.  If I were a travel writer, I’d tell you about them, but really, I’d rather keep quiet.  Nothing like a crowd to dampen the specialness of a secret spot.  Just ask Forrest Fenn.

Favorite (secret) lobster dock/restaurant in Maine

Today’s high will be about 0 degrees Fahrenheit.  I’m using my imagination, picturing running on a beach.  Well, maybe just strolling.  With a metal detector?  Since I’m imagining, sure.

Treasure is where you find it.

(I think I’ll pick up a real one before my next treasure-hunting trip.)

Blue Water

No travel plans this winter, but I’ve gathered lots of memories.

Loose Ends

There was a kid who had a grandpa who every morning said “It’s a good day for it.”   Didn’t matter if it was hot or cold, sunny or rainy, it was always a good day for something.  As often as could be, that might be fishing.

So, today was a good day to make blackberry jam.  Much better than heating up the kitchen on the hot, steamy July days when I picked, washed, pulped and put them in the freezer.

(Yes, I know I skipped the Oxford comma.  I don’t believe in them.)

Raspberry Trove

Also, I made a pot of tea and sat down to blog.  Is it writer’s block?  I should be well into a revision at this point, but things have only just now settled down around here.

The bonus of the super cold days — it’s usually sunny.  I can get my vitamin D through the window, right?  Then, back to work.  It’s a good day for it.

Blue Dusk with Pine Tree