On an early morning walk we see the tracks of a mama turtle. She must have come in on the high tide durning the night and deposited her precious eggs in a nice deep nest in the dunes.
As we are coming off the beach from our morning walk I see this flower nestled in the dunes. I do not notice the delicate dew drops until I am right up close. I am grateful to have paused.
We are half way through the year of going outside everyday. It has changed the way I think of our days. And it has given me permission to stop and notice.
I get up with the sun this morning and head to the beach. The sun bursts through the clouds reflecting on the water below. This is a magical time at the beach. I grew up watching the sun set into the ocean. Now I am on the opposite coast with a different ocean. Warmer, gentler and home of the rising sun.
Today we go fishing in the lagoon. It begins to sprinkle and we move under a little bridge. There, standing tall and still is a magnificent blue heron. He seems to be fishing too, or possibly waiting for us to fish so that he can share our catch.
We spend more of our days outside than in. We walk and bike, only taking the car to the supermarket. After dinner we head outside and play until dark. We rest in the afternoons.
Today we play in the waves. Summer friends cluster around the sand toys covering legs with sand from the tide pool. My little one holds tight to the boogie board as I pull her through the few inches of water where the waves meet the sand.
The older kids go out deeper to body surf. Parents help them get in position to ride the gentle waves onto shore.