We have a little summer house near the bay. The weather was so lovely this weekend, we decided to make the 3 hour drive and see how things were. We do have a "house watcher" who visits everyday to make sure no pipes have broken or vandals have broken in. One year a raccoon family decided our attic would be a lovely place to spend the winter. Unfortunately, the raccoons were not active during the day when she checked on the house so it took her a while to realize they were there. Luckily, she was able to call in a wildlife control specialist to deal with the nuisance. He trapped and released them a few miles away (in a wooded area near a County park). He also sealed the vent to the attic so they would need a crow bar or a hack saw to get back in.
We are a short walk from the salt marsh that inspired the name of this blog. Yesterday as we strolled down the street in the sun, I was thankful for the warmth this special place brings to my soul. We took these pictures at the bottom of our street.
The pictures do not do the scenery justice. The sun was glistening on the surface of the water like diamonds. The air had a wonderful fresh, clean, salty smell.In my mind, I think that's the way heaven smells (with an occasional whiff of apple pie baking in the oven).
This so reminds me of my favorite spot on the coast of Maine. I will hope for a sunny day this coming weekend and maybe I will get my husband to drive me there.
ReplyDeleteIt looks like a peaceful place.
Beautiful photos, thanks so much for sharing.
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Jilly
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Lovely views Katie and yes I can smell the apple pie.Happy days to you.
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