Beach Week

Every year my mom’s side of the family heads to the beach.  We all stay in one big house, trek to and from the beach, make giant dinners every night, and have the occasional spat about everything from politics to the thermostat.  We’ve been doing this for a long time and we’ve been staying at the same beach (often in the same house!) since I was in middle school.

It’s the perfect spot — probably one of my favorite places.  The island is tiny, with four-way stops and no traffic lights, and no high rise condos.  The speed limit is 35 MPH all over the island!  Plus it’s full of the cutest little lawn situations.

This raised beachfront garden is always so full and beautiful!
And right next to the beachfront garden you’ll find this lovely and thematic yard art.
These are just a few of the many bird houses on these trees. I’d guess there were around 50, total.

And a bonus of no big condos or hotels?  Lots and lots of beach houses to ogle.

I’ve said it before — if there’s a pink house around, I will find it. Although, if I’m being honest, this one might have been pointed out by my mom.

This house, with it’s big porch spaces and beautiful yard, is a dream.

And another thing about an island that is really just a neighborhood at the beach?  It gets dark at night.  It makes for some cool pictures.

It’s been taking me a while to get back into the groove of non-vacation life — to be honest, I’m still not completely unpacked.  I stand by the idea that I need a few days off after vacation to recover from vacation.  But there is nothing like a week at the beach (and the resulting sun burn).  Gotta love it!


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