Marsh flowers in November.
No matter what’s going on, no matter what cares there may be…
There’s nothing like smelling the sea air at Red River beach.
All is truly well.
I grew up on Red River beach.
There were four of us kids in the family, and these jetties offered endless hours of nooks and crannies to explore. I remember periwinkles, slimy, squishy seaweed, and yes, more than a few skinned knees! 😉
Made memories to last a lifetime.
And even tho’ it was too cold for swimming yesterday, everyone had picked out their favorite spots for the day.
And each one seemed to have their own special reason for wanting to be there, at the beach.
Still… there’s always ONE in every crowd who has to push the boundaries.
I got the cold shoulder from this little guy when I reminded him that the parking fines go into effect soon. 😉
I had just one more stop this Memorial Day weekend, to a very special osprey family that has made their home very near to my own. 😉