Growing up, we went on an annual pilgrimage to the New Jersey shore for a week with my grandmother, Doodie, aunts, uncles and cousins. Sometimes we flew. Often we drove. And those summer days were magic. They were mornings on the porch with donuts and crumb buns and rolls. They were long beach days, filled with sand castles, wave jumping and sandwiches on the sand. They were nights on the Boardwalk with funnel cakes and carousels and coming home with a box of salt water taffy.
Standing on the beach in Bay Harbor I find that same sense of magic. It is that sense of mornings on the porch with coffee, slow summer days, special moments that make special memories, evening swims, sunsets and s’mores. It’s magic. Our second annual trip to Bay Harbor was every type of wonderful…and we can’t wait to get back.
Henriks – always with the feats of strength.
The Lynnie Sauce made it’s first appearance this year. Next year we may even be so lucky as to have my Aunt Lynn there to provide her magic touch.
Farmers Market Friday for some fresh fruits and veggies for the weekend.
Discovering bubble baths.
And lots and lots of family.