Just loved this post. Loved it. The humour in it is just delicious. And those pictures are gorgeous. Made me wish I lived by the sea.
This has been one of those crazy busy weeks with happenings, some lots of fun, and good, and some very not. So It was amazing to, about twenty minutes ago, pull into the driveway at The Inn*.
The crunch of the gravel drive, the wind off the water causing the ancient tree branches to arch and sway… John said he’d get the dogs out of the back (Marshal insisting he needed out right now!) and I could just head in, turn up the heat and make fires in the fireplaces. All of this sounded so good… until.
Until it was twelve degrees.
But not your average twelve degrees in, like, a normal place.
Twelve salt-water enhanced degrees on the coast of Maine where, I might add, we had nearly spring-like temperatures less than a week ago!
Oh ya, I’ll say it.
So after I screamed…
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