My beach house is really a fantasy of mine...One that has been with me since I was a child... laying in the grass under the weeping willow, and dreaming dreams of grandeur. In my mind, was the big house on a hill overlooking the ocean. It had a porch all the way around, and was enclosed with glass. From the house was a path, and steps made of rocks that led down to the ocean. Bordering the pathway were flowers that bloomed all year long. I loved going down to the beach late in the afternoon and evening...walking along the shoreline, letting the water kiss my feet as the surf pounded the beach...to note the birds flying around...swooping down occasionally to scoop their dinner from the sea... to enjoy the majesty of the sunset.....reflecting on the waves it's many beautiful hues; and later.....basking in the beauty of the moonbeams, as they danced their way over the white caps.......all of which... made this the most beautiful and serene place on earth! The child of this dream...is still deep inside me someplace. There is nothing more relaxing to me, as an adult, than a walk along the beach...hearing the sounds of the ocean as it beats the shoreline... this time... dreaming dreams of yesteryear!

The tranquility of the atmosphere..... ahhh....what a delight!

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Thanks to Betty of Betts' Garden  for getting me started