Monday, July 19, 2010

Morning at the Beach



Layers of texture in horizontal lines. Incoming tide rolling over sand bars.


Wading to get to a sandy island. Then wading back again as the tide washed over the sand.


A perfect backdrop for my handsome husband.


Canada Geese breakfasting at the shore.


I think our breakfast was better than theirs.

We woke up Sunday morning with the brilliant idea of going to the beach for breakfast. The tide chart encouraged us to hurry. Granola, yogurt, blueberries and a thermos of hot tea were quickly assembled.

It's good to be spontaneous. Our feet caressed the sand. We talked. Blue sky and bluer ocean cleared the mind and filled our souls with beauty. What a loving God created all this for us to enjoy. I think breakfast on the beach will be repeated soon.

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9 comments:

  1. Sounds like a perfectly beautiful day! Hope today is just as wonderful for you...

    Julie

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  2. What a perfect way to start the day!

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  3. What a lovely blog you have. And I always try to support us Canadian bloggers.

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  4. What a beautiful morning you had - it's such a lovely place to walk isn't it? And that was a neat idea to take your breakfast to the beach - the peace and sunshine surrounded you then. Thanks for sharing the beach with us.

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  5. What a great idea! I love to go to Witty's when the tide is low, especially early in the morning. I've never brought breakfast along though, so I might borrow that idea from you. Thanks for sharing your very special morning!

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  6. Sounds and looks like a wonderful day.......:-) Hugs

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  7. How idyllic! For all the verdant valleys I've been in recently, I really do miss the sea... Thanks for your photos and the story to go with them.

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  8. What a lovely beach :-)

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