The beach, Delaware State Park


It was the two of us,

Micah and I.

Then there 

was the beachcomber,

the couple out of a magazine,

and the older sunbathing man.

This is a sunny, shimmering 

Sunday photograph, coming 

from the state of Ohio,

A picture perfect,

postcard-esque day.


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    • Fiona, this is a lovely comment! The boy is so sweet. He wanted to keep me company over Labor Day, while we sleep in her sofa, feet to feet. A lady asked if he would mind bringing her a glass of orange juice and he brought it to her. She loved touching his hair and he didn’t squirm or move away. When she dug through her walker’s side pouch and gave him a dollar, he gave her the nicest smile and thanked her. She asked, “Will you buy candy with this money?” He solemnly answered, “I will spend it wisely.” I had to stifle my laughter. Best to nod my head and smile. Where did he get this serious reply? πŸ™‚

    • It was such a magical day, I like how you felt happy for us. πŸ™‚ This is a rough “dirty” sand so we made a fairly primitive castle but it was lots of fun, Annika. A man with a metal detector went to his car and came back with a cloth wrapped “gift” for Micah. It turned out he had earlier in the water, found a children’s old cap gun. It is in excellent condition. He was nice and said, “Not sure, m’am, if you allow him to play with guns.” I said I would make an exception for such a great gift. πŸ™‚

  1. You are right, Robin. It’s a perfect day for a boy at the beach. I was wondering if the water level changes much, and if there is a slight tidal surge. When I was lounging on the shore of Lake Nicaragua, the water level came up over my feet as the sun was setting. And Lake Nicaragua is only 1/3 the size of Lake Erie which covers nearly 10,000 sq. miles. – Mike

    • I am always appreciative of your world travel knowledge and how you add to my posts with relevant information, Mike. I don’t know that much about the tidal surge nor the water level changes. Thank you and hope it is getting a little cooler in the evening for you and Florence. πŸ™‚

    • Oh, no! I am sorry! I thought I had responded to this message. I am sorry for this belated reply. Also, wish you had a closer beach. This is a lake since the ocean is hours and hours away! Hope there is a river, stream or some kind of natural body of water closet to enjoy. Smiles, Robin

    • Such a wonderful way to view this, Pauline. The two set up perfectly, on the “time continuum” with youth and age spaced appropriately. You may give me more credit than I deserve. πŸ˜‰ Thank you for this thoughtful comment.

    • Gigi, this makes me feel good to have spread some sunshine and happiness over to you, dear. I would have been content to sit and chat in this sun with our toes digging into the warmth of the sand. πŸ™‚

    • When life is relaxed, stress flies out the window, Maniparna. πŸ™‚ It felt simple and carefree. Thank you for the sweet wish! Hope yours went well, with its own special moments. ❀

    • I particularly liked how the clouds reflected in the little pools of lake water. Thank you for such lovely and special messages, Sarah. So glad you let me know this. I just did the same thing, got caught in the pending approval comments. I left a message in another spot hoping someone will respond. We are similar in our interests and ways we handle things. I sense you are close to my grown children’s ages. . .

      • You’re very welcome and it’s a pleasure reading your posts! πŸ˜„
        I might be older than your children: I’m 34 years old (but that will change coming weekend πŸ˜‰). Does that fit?
        It seems WordPress is a bit confused these days about the comments 😯 But somehow it’s good to know that it’s not only me πŸ˜‰

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