just call me frances

...because I need to lighten up.
That first deep breath of salty air..the ocean spray on my face..the sand between my toes..the little hands that shove sandy shells into my pockets as we stroll down the beach...all of it, it just relaxes me. I just love the beach. Now, the weird affect on my curly hair and the rotten egg smell of the water in the house, those things I could live without, but they're certainly not deal breakers. Ever since we lived on Moloka'i and were surrounded by nothing but ocean...I just love it. I'd love to live at the beach again. The rhythmic sound of the waves soothes my busy mind at the end of a very long day.
Our trip down to the beach was, for the most part, uneventful. Sleeping, singing, I spying, and a video, and boom, we were here. We arrived at 10:45 am. I know, early. It was intentional so we could have the majority of the day to enjoy. How'd we get here so early? Oh, well, we left at 5:30 am. Crazy, but it worked. We had a great beach filled day. I am super duper tired though, but it was worth it to have the whole wonderfully warm and sunny day to enjoy.
Now, about living at the beach. I'd love it but I've been thinking differently. Hear me out. I've been envisioning farm living for quite some time now. Chickens for eggs, goats for milk, cheese, and yarn, lots of garden space for canning, herbs, and flowers. A homestead of sorts. A girl can dream, right? But then when we arrived and my lungs were filled with the salty air and I thought....hmmmm, chickens and goats like sand, right? The longer warm season would be good for them, no? And gardening? There are raised beds and a longer growing season. And flowers...oh, tropical flowers.
Okay, I'm tired so I'll ponder upon this while I sleep tonight...the combining of homestead living...and the beach.
If you're going to dream....dream big!
xo ANG