Carry your shoes and make sure you send the dog first. Sandy food and showers of wet, shaking dog. Toes dipped in washes of cold sea.
Posted on May 28, 2017, in Uncategorized and tagged Beach, Doodlemum, Drawing, Sketchbook, Three Cliff's Beach. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
aaaaawwwww poor doggy and poor you xxxx
Poor baby. Awkward!
I hate doing this: "vial"
The ultimate recycle of life. My grandmother had a bed of pansies by the walkway to the back door. M
LOL... the same as myself when i come home from the hairdresser... way much better, maybe i will be
Me too. Same vax. A bit of a headache but that was it. Hang in there.. Terry
Congratulations!
We are creatures of habit I think, we like it the way it is!
The smell of lotion, sticky skin, a small wooden boat, it’s white cotton sail dripping as you hold it tenderly in your tiny hands. The sparkling sun scintillating on the water dazzling sight. A dog barks, the wind ruffles your dry tousled hair, and the chimes of an ice cream van float softly on the warm breeze from far away, promising treasure…Such precious, perfect days, pressed within the pages of the book of memory, forevermore.
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Marvelously captures the magic of trips to the beach with a young family, (and especially that first trip of the year!).
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Love this…It’s going to be a GREAT summer!
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