art made by the tides.  a lovely day, grey but so quiet, we have both settled deeply into this pace and place, again.   will reserve for next year now and hope as my Aunt Anne used to say, we will make it back "god willing and the creeks don't rise". 

   (Anne a southern gal, from Atlanta, and not really our aunt, she and mom met during WWII - they both had joined the American Red Cross in 1942 just after Pearl Harbor and ended up as room-mates in Naples.  Mom tall as a long drink of water and Anne as small as a tiny elegant drip.  Mom spare with praise and Anne effusive, perfect balance; like this natural artscape)