As I spent the day doing five loads of washing and going grocery shopping, I have been hit hard in the face with reality.  I am not on vacation anymore.

Every single year the day after we get back from The Beach, I am sad.  I miss the smell of the ocean and the way that everything is hot warm and has sand in it. I get home and the grass it ten feet tall, it is cold and rainy and all I can smell is home.  As much as home is great and I love it, I miss the beach.  As I wash all the bedding and empty the suitcases I take in the smells of the ocean, cottage and all things beach until I can see it again.

Thankfully, I have my photos and memories to keep me company.  Apple ran the beach like she was a lifeguard and J not only rode the waves, but rode all sorts of big rides that we never dreamed he would go on.  Hubby took on the Ocean for the last two days and I dug my fingers and toes in the sand as much as I could.

Until we meet again, here is a little self-portrait.  I just had to take one to prove to myself that I was really there.