I'm up for a beach walk anytime, especially since we live so close.
My camera and I don't do it justice, but I thought I'd post a few pictures of our trek to Balboa Island last weekend, where we ushered in the New Year.
Here, where sun-soaked, extravagant "cottages" overlook the waterfront, wealthy homeowners provide upscale accommodations for all their guests.
Even so, it's the humble, hidden treasures that most often strike my fancy. What I wouldn't give to have that glider on my front porch, rusted metal and all! It takes me back to sun-splashed days with Nana, sipping lemonade and gulping books….
Anyone know what kind of tree this is? It looks like it might be a member of the hydrangea family, but I'm pretty sure it's a non-native plant. Whatever it's called, it's gorgeous!
With so many treasures here, no wonder a pirate ship rolled in!
When I came upon this porch sign, I whispered a silent amen. These beachside walks are such treasures, more so after my sister's death. They teach me to look for grace in every moment, to breathe expansively in the now.