This past weekend held some of those rare glorious winter days that keep you going the rest of the month.
Amazing blues of the sky and water, squinting in the low bright winter sun. Rosy cheeks and cold noses.
We fed the ducks at the marina. Well not so much the ducks as the seagulls. Poor ducks didn't stand a chance.
And I was thankful, once again, for this little slice of heaven that we get to call home. Blue skies, bread crusts and family. What could be better?