On B&B's porch, a squirrel seeks an early morning coleus snack:
By the time the shutter re-opened, the squirrel had disappeared - a somewhat magical effect. Soon afterward, Becky and I picked raspberries to adorn the pancakes Bob was whipping up. We and Cousin Pete enjoyed a nice breakfast that ended abruptly as we raced to meet our self-imposed beach deadline. At Monmouth Beach, we waded through a tidal pool to get the primo locations. Walter is surely not using the binoculars to check out his son's physique - there were lots of fishing boats offshore, maybe he was looking at them....
A colorful kite soared over the beach umbrellas as our group read, crocheted, chatted, and enjoyed the passing scene:
A view from Becky's "old place" - when we were in high school and college, our parents lived basically around the corner from each other. My friends were certainly welcome chez moi, but Becky's place was Party Central, with constant migrations of kids and hangers-on & plenty of entertainment options.
These days, there is a lot more food growing in the garden. We picked peas, snow peas, pears, grapes, and tomatoes - and I think there's more that isn't in season at the moment.
We ended the day with a game of hearts. Pete and Bob hadn't played before, but they did better than Becky and I did. (It was my fault for not stopping Bob from shooting the moon on the first hand - I totally could have, and I thought about it, but decided he was a neophyte and thus wasn't likely to be able to pull it off. Bad mistake!)
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