This weekend, we had a few elusive days of warmth and sun in Portland-town. When I saw the predicted turn-of-weather coming up, we made up our minds to brave the crowds we knew would certainly be at the beach!
We always do about the same thing: take a picnic, eat our lunch, stroll the beach for an hour or two (walk to Haystack Rock), and then hang out on the quilt for a little, listening to the waves.
It's always so windy - no matter how warm it feels when the air is still, there's always a little chill that comes and goes. When I was a little girl growing up in the South, vacationing on the Florida coast, I dreamed of a beach that you could wear a sweater to.
I also like to bring a scarf, because my hair goes crazy in all that wind. And because the beach seems to bring out the Little Edie in me, too.
I read aloud The Hunting of the Snark (which seemed appropriate, since it's about a sea voyage. Well, kinda). The copy I have ends with Jabberwocky, which Josiah read with panache. We have a friend who can recite it all - maybe I should learn it beyond the first four lines!
Then Josiah read some PG Wodehouse to me. The Jeeves & Wooster stories are some of the best read-aloud reading we have found.
And after the lovely afternoon, we bid the beach farewell for the day.
Happy Monday to you!
