We were forced to find a new swimming hole. We lucked out, the first day we found treasures in the sand, which we took to be a good sign! Always a beach comber. |
Because we were forced to make a change in our sandy venue we found ourselves swimming after work three and four days a week! |
Instead of sitting on the beach we now take a dip at the swimming hole then drive home and dry off with a snack and cocktail on our deck overlooking the woods. |
Change of venue, change of scenery! My Amaryllis on their sides so the bulbs will dry out and then can be replanted to blossom for the winter months! |
The porch has become the new beach where we can sit and read and listen to the wind in the trees! Yes, I miss the lapping of the waves against the shore. |
We may not have the water view, but we have the canopy of green. |
No complaining coming from this camper. |
That we can go swim, just around the corner, keep up social distancing, and hang our towels to dry is a gift. We are blessed with a summer at the swimming hole! |
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