Merroir

 I had the pleasure of spending Sunday afternoon sitting on the porch at Merroir with the one and only

 Chesapeake Bay Woman!

There may have been wine. 

This driftwood bears an uncanny resemblance to our hair after venturing outside to take photos on a VERY windy afternoon!



"No Wake" = Thanks, Daylight Saving Time.  I dread you every year.

On this particular visit, I opted for
the caesar salad and crabcake with remoulade 
instead of oysters.

Annnnnndddd, there's the wine...

 CBW,

You always find a way to make

me pee myself laughing 

even the worst of days

worthwhile :)

Friday Cheers

Wine tastes better when you're overlooking the ocean.  Fact.

“Wine is one of the most civilized things in the world and one of the most natural things of the world that has been brought to the greatest perfection, and it offers a greater range for enjoyment and appreciation than, possibly, any other purely sensory thing.”

― Ernest Hemingway   

 
“[I]t is the wine that leads me on,

the wild wine

that sets the wisest man to sing

at the top of his lungs,

laugh like a fool – it drives the

man to dancing... it even

tempts him to blurt out stories

better never told.”

― Homer, The Odyssey

Getaway

The winter BLAHS got the best of me last week, so I decided to take a spur of the moment trip to meet a friend in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.

Sunshine, sand, sea, seafood, and '70's tunes.

Spectacular!

The weather was cool and breezy, but warm enough for jeans and flip flops. 

It seems that I never remember just how wonderful the sand feels under my feet

until I'm walking in it once again. 

Pity those times are so infrequent.

The sound of the ocean and the feel of the sand seem to sooth the soul. 

Well, mine anyway.

     There wasn't much competition from other

        shell-seekers,          

so I was able to bring home some beauties.

Shells and memories 

make the best souvenirs.

As with all good things, the weekend getaway ended much too quickly.
Or, perhaps, right on time...