Back to the Beach

It has been a particularly long, cold spring this year, 

but the other day it finally hit 70 degrees

which prompted an afternoon trip to the beach.

It was hard to tell who was happier to be back by the water,

Orin who instantly started drawing himself 

(and his name) in the sand

 or the dogs, who are only allowed a small window of 

warm weather beach time each year before they are banished

by laws created for the massive influx of tourists

that will begin to arrive shortly.

And speaking of beach, 

here I am with a beach ball under my shirt...

or wait, that is not a beach ball. 

Beach balls don't wiggle or kick

or get the hiccups at 3am.

Four weeks to go.

I can't wait!