Confessions of a Grandma

This morning's walk on the beach was a reminder to be grateful for the good things in my life. We had our coffee while watching a beautiful sunrise.  We slathered on some sunblock (well one of did, but not the one who has been treated for pre-cancerous sun-damaged spots), and made our way to the beach.  Eight in the morning and it was 74 degrees.  The sun was shining, the sky blue with soft pillows of white clouds.  The beach was lined with fishermen and behind them, a phalanx of snowy egrets.  Brown pelicans rested on the rocks jutting into the water to the north of the boardwalk.  A few plovers with their doe-like eyes Kippy toed along the shoreline, not very concerned about our presence there.  The early morning beach pickers, smiling greetings, were making their way back to the parking lot.  A couple of osprey were scooping up bits of seaweed.  Nest making time. I spotted a porpoise and we stopped to watch if it would surface again...