Isak Dinesen wrote that the cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. I believe her. If I’m having a bad day or just feeling “bleh,” my favorite walk is the three-mile loop from our house down to the end of South Beach Drive and back.
Things start looking up right away as we pass our neighbors Allum (above) and Bean (below). They’re very chatty and Lily speaks Goat, so there’s always a good conversation.
Flowers are in abundance here on Bainbridge. Grandma Marilyn came to visit in May and she loved all of the flowers, especially the rhododendrons. So now I have not only the pleasure of seeing all these gorgeous flowers, but also the pleasure of remembering how much Grandma loved them. (She loved the bakeries, too.)
This house. It’s called Il Pescatore and I’m pretty sure it’s because the other side faces the fishery just off-shore in the Rich Passage. They even have fish carved into the gables.
If I owned this house, this is where you’d stay when you came to visit.
Nothing says summer to me more than blue hydrangeas against a white fence. I haven’t found that specific image yet on Bainbridge, but it’s fun to look.
The mountain is out!
There are lavender fields not too far from us that we need to visit some day. Meanwhile, these will do.
Back through Fort Ward Park. Always glad to spot a ferry.
And then up the hill and back home through the woods.
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