This post includes a photo of the house we’re renting for the week. It’s really lovely, and they’re currently building a new house right across the street. The builder let us walk through it, and it’s AMAZING. (Expensive, though). Anyway, I keep daydreaming about how wonderful it would be to have a beach house to get away to and write . . . and write and write. I can drive to this place from my house, so it’s doable . . . but I’ll have to dream for a while.
We’re heading home on Friday. I’ll take Mom home (she lives on Florida’s east coast), then I’ll head across the state, dropping my aunt and cousin back along the way. My son’s birthday is today (Happy birthday, son!), so I need to get home and back an overdue birthday cake. I picked up a southern recipe book that is guaranteed to be wonderful. Can’t wait to make almond pound cake and key lime ice cream.
The first photo is the St. Simons lighthouse. I think it’s small, as light houses go, but it’s quite charming.
Well, I’ve been sitting in this coffee shop long enough, so I’d better round up my posse and head back to the house. It’s been a lovely week, but it’s always good to come home, isn’t it?