It was Florida cold last Friday when I had a trip planned to Clearwater Beach. Fortunately, I was meeting a friend for lunch, not planning to sit on the beach in my bathing suit soaking up some sun. The Gulf was a gloomy grey and clouds covered the sky while the wind howled. There was a lifeguard patrolling the empty beach -- dressed in what I would consider appropriate wear for Alaska, not an inch of exposed skin. The sand is so fluffy and white it did remind me of a freshly fallen snow. I took some pictures and scurried inside. I can't say I wasn't disappointed to drive that distance and not be able to enjoy a long walk on this gorgeous beach, but the company was good and the lunch was delicious. No day is wasted.
"A grandma is just an antique little girl"...unknown