anything above fifty degrees is beach weather to me.
nothing is more exciting than throwing rocks in the ocean. woo hoo!
Let the season of sandy shoes, sandy cars, sandy floors, sandy pockets begin. Time to dust off the pails that will carry home all those treasures. Sea glass, smooth rocks, empty periwinkle shells. Bring it on. I'm just as bad as any little boy, filling my pockets up, and then Paul's too.
I can't wait...