Sand in my shoes....

I will admit....

I am a beach bum...

maybe not it the "real world"...

but in my mind

I lounge on the beach,

reading,

snacking,

dozing,

watching,

listening,

smiling,

breathing.....

Yep,

that's just about it.

All I need is an umbrella

(too many years of life guarding)

sunscreen..

(ditto)

snacks..

Diet Coke...

a good book..

magazines...

big fluffy towels..

(several)

and company,

but only company that wants to

read,

snack,

lounge,

and brings

their

own

drinks....

I especially

love the late afternoon....

when the sun is moving off

past my right shoulder,
and the mothers are all

rounding up their children,

who are tired, sore, hungry,

and ready for a bath,

dinner and bed.

I no longer have the

weighty responsibilities of a young mother...

but I remember them fondly....

Think I'll open another DC,

and start that new magazine...

smiles....

Unexpected pleasures....

Isn't it wonderful when someone makes

the effort....

a nice gesture....

a thoughtful moment...

simply saying "I love you"...

yes.

It is.

I love to receive flowers...

not fancy ones..

like a dozen long stem flowers wrapped up in a

white box, with a red ribbon tied all around...

that type of gift was "used" for years to

win my forgiveness....

it worked for so long,

I would hate to admit it.

No...

what I like now is a bouquet,

gathered by amateurs..

tied with string..

and presented in a clean Ball jar,

maybe a grosgrain ribbon, from an

old gift bag tied up around the top of the jar.

If it is inexpensive

I love them even more...

as time and thought went into

finding them.

I love flowers...

smiles.