On Saturday morning we brought on coffee down to the beach. The tide was the lowest I have ever seen it and some of the cliffs had fallen during the night. We were able to walk farther along the shore than I ever have. It felt like exploring a new land, though it was just a few feet beyond the same stretch of land we go to nearly every day.
It felt both familiar and completely new.
We walked up the hill for lunch and came back for a few more hours afterwards. I finally forced myself to go back home because I was afraid Arlo was getting too much sun.
I'm noticing that the kid's are getting freckles and their hair is getting lighter. It doesn't take long for spring to works her magic.
As we walked along the shore, there were scientists and hobbyists searching for fossils. Calvert County is one of the few places in the world you can find fossilized sharks teeth. Beach combers come from far and wide. Most people spoke to us assuming we were visitors too, unfamiliar with the area, which makes me strangely defensive. This place has been my home for 19 years and before that it was my grandma's home and the place where my mother grew up. And while most of those years were spent certain I would leave and never return, I haven't and I'm no longer so sure I will.
what a beautiful place you inhabit. in every way. i love sena's long wild gypsy hair, and all your family's rompings. that stroller is doing its duty and seeing more life than most strollers probably do.
ReplyDeletewhen tourists flock to my town i find myself trying to find ways to exhibit the fact that i'm a local. it's funny, how we are territorial like that.
hope the new week treats you well.
Wow, I was just going to say, what a beautiful place you live in, but I see I've been beaten to it, ha, ha!
ReplyDeleteAnd Rachel, can I just say how beautiful your hair is?! Gorgeous.
Well thanks, Lauren. I like my hair a little wild, but sometimes that just reads as uncombed.
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