Things I Love

Big floppy hats
Sun dresses
Driftwood forts

Driftwood

Winter storms stripped beaches down the island and deposited piles on our beach. So many logs - some with gnarled roots and limbs, others straight as telephone poles, all weathered a silvery brown and smooth from their rolling journey across the water. What is their story? Where are they from and where are they going?

So glad they stopped by!

After the storm

Spread your wings