My seat is the one closest to the water, and now my husband has claimed the one next to me. If you hurry up in your imagination time travel, you can claim the other one. 🙂
Lay back, sip your cool drink, kick your feet up, ahhhh…..listen to that water hitting the sand.
Antigua.
It’s that time of year when I shift into a pure escapist form of daydreaming. Looking at pictures of warm places. Imagining myself lying on a beach chair with my toes in warm water. Feeling the warmth creep over me until I’m warm all the way through. So, in order to let you travel with me, here is beautiful Anguilla. Now if that private jet would just land in my backyard……haha.
Hang on…..the warm days will come back! 🙂 Slainte, Lisa
When I was a child, I would play wood-elves outside for hours. We had a ring of box bushes that I would sit inside with my collie, Laddie. He would sit solemnly, guarding me inside the ring, and I would pretend to be a wood-elf with all the rest of my imaginary wee folk with me. I would find opened walnut shells on the ground; they were the elves’ beds. I would sit very quietly, because everyone knows that elves can’t tolerate the noise of humans. This picture, taken in Shenandoah National Park, is the closest I’ll get to being a wood-elf. Due to the strangeness of angle and camera perspective, I look smaller and more diminutive of leg than usual. But this makes me strangely happy. 🙂 Go figure. Slainte, Lisa
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