I met my sister at the beach this morning and we walked from Blackie's Spit around the entire shore and stopped for coffee outside on Beecher. We saw a beautiful heron and admired all the gardening along the way. We particularly liked the maintenance free front yards to capture the west afternoon sun.
We smiled at our old house where we used to climb out the ground level windows as kids and steal apples off dear old Mr. Butler's tree next door and feign complete innocence when Mom told us some terrible teenagers had been stealing his fruit.
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