Documenting these trying times. From my small of my small quirkyJust when sprink-break was getting underway. Love Love little seaside town . The beach is now off limits.
Love, love the beach for me is a cleaning space. Friday as a treat . The girls and I took a break from studies we went early, heard on radio about other beaches closing. Neither of the girls know how to swim, but the trill was palpable from their screeches. ( a rare visit for them)
At the end i buried them as requested. Wonder if they will remember not just this but who knows when they will see the beach again.
We timed it so they could get their lunch from the high school. Along the way we picked up two neighbor boys. Ones mom has twins to care for, the other mother is working.
Wednesday I took them along to the bookstore, enroute we picked flowers . Our word that morning was Beauquette.
This discourages any intercourse for any length of time. Lol. We were used to seeing each other. Now more than ever we need to be in the know. I took of with the girls for the beach and did out bit for the environment.