A magic kind of day
We drove to the coast on a rare Friday where all four of us had no where else to be. We walked on the beach, C & O played in the sand, I collected shells, someone walked off with my sandals.
We had the most delicious lunch at Mekha, a pile of fresh lettuce, pickled carrots, and marinated chicken. We browsed through little bookshops, went to the candy shop, and I replaced my sandals with new ones.
We bought two block prints, one of a great blue herron and another called “fishy toast” that we plan to hang in our shop where we’ll serve tea and toast one day.
And before making the two hour drive home, we took a long walk along the river. We saw a balled eagle sitting on an old piling, a white pelican gliding across the water, two sea otters cuddling, and many cormorants fishing under the setting sun.
It was a magic kind of day, just what we all needed.
Sandy earth self-portrait.
Hands in earth.
Abundance for lunch.
Two sweet peas at golden hour.
The balled eagle.
The white pelican.
My loves.
