Twenty-one hours on the beach... it just doesn't get much better than that.
If you're from Cape Cod, I can end it there, because you just get it. For those of you that aren't, read on...
We've had a pretty cool start to our summer. Up until last week, I was wearing socks and shoes on the regular, while my flip flops were gathering dust in the corner of my closet. Sure, I'm always cold to begin with, and sure, there were random days when it was warm enough to flip flop around, but most days I was comfortable still covering up.
People I saw on vacation were wearing summer clothes almost willing summer to get here as fast as it could. As a side note, we are quite the demanding, I-need-it-and-I-need-it-now society, aren't we? As much as I don't like to admit it when it comes to warmer weather, I do kinda like Mother Nature's meandering, I'll-get-there-when-I-get-there attitude ... little reminder we should slow down ourselves. But, as always, I digress... #catchphrase :)
Anywho, the forecast for 4th of July weekend was dismal at first. I think rain was forecast for Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday at one point. Then it was looking like the only gem of a day was going to be the 4th. A bunch of us had made plans to go to the outer beach by 4 wheel drive on Friday to kick off our three day weekend. The final forecast I saw called for a bright start, and then clouds rolling in around 10am. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't rain, so I was happy. I threw it out to the universe that I would LOVE a cloud free, warm day, and let it go, trusting that what will be, will be.
Friday morning started out as promised, bright and sunny. We got to the outer beach by 7:30am, and had our pick of where to park. As the rest of the party showed up, we all noticed there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was cool to start, and then warmed up quick. The clouds stayed away, and the sun warmed up our skin.
There were breakfast sandwiches on the beach, lots of laughs, smiles, and tons of food for lunch and for dinner, and, once things got cooler again, a kicker bonfire with s'mores to end the night.
And let's not forget the fireworks. From where we were sitting, we could see fireworks from Plymouth to Provincetown going off along the Cape, not to mention the fireworks and paper lanterns being lit right next to us throughout the night. It was ...magical. There's no other way to describe it. It was one of those days where, at the end of it, you just feel so completely blissed out that there isn't one more thing you can ask for that would make the day better than it already was.
Except maybe a repeat day on Sunday with even warmer temperatures and the clouds staying at bay for most of the day. We weren't out there all day on Sunday, and the party was a lot smaller than Friday, but were out long enough to have more food, laughs and relaxation.
I have a mini pleasure within my outside pleasure this week as well... My friend Jill is, hands down, the best cook in the world. She makes the BEST food, and is always making extra for everyone and anyone willing to try it. If you pass up her food, there is something seriously wrong with you. From cake balls to mint chocolate covered oreos, to homemade boursin to grilled pizza on the beach to this weeks creation of avacado salsa, (pictured above) this girl can COOK/CREATE/PUT INGREDIENTS TOGETHER like you read about. My kids call her the best cook in the world, too, and I'm seriously considering hiring her for my personal chef, if she ever quits her photography business to head into the food industry...
This avacado salsa ... Oh my it was sooooo good I sweartogod I could eat the whole damn thing if I was left alone with it. Someone we were with said she should, and I quote, "bottle that shit up and sell it". #1 customer right here.
Jill fed us dinner, my kids ate grilled chicken they never would have eaten if *I* cooked it, and I got to chow more avacado salsa. (If I get the recipe, I'll post it!)
When all was said and done and I got to sit and think about my weekend, I was on the beach for twenty-one hours between Friday and Sunday. Some people that live on the Cape don't get to the beach for twenty-one hours for the whole season. Some people don't want to, either, but the ocean is something that I simply cannot live without and will need to be near for the rest of my life. There is something so incredibly calming about hearing the waves crash onto the shore, feeling the sand between your piggies and the warm sun on your skin, and sitting in that beach chair drinking it all in that is just extremely calming for me, and this weeks Pleasure for me.
Til next time...
Love, Happiness, & Coffee
~ Heather ~