After a delicious southern-style breakfast just like Mama used to make (grits, eggs, thick-cut bacon, flaky biscuits and a variety of jellies and jams), Benny and I take a walk on the beach. Via a wooden bridge, we cross the natural habitat area that protect the dunes and sea oats.
(Image courtesy of southernfoodabout.com)
It is another beautiful day here, the loveliest breeze blowing in from the Gulf. The water on the horizon is a deep blue, turning to turquoise and then aqua as it approaches the shore. The sky is pale blue where it kisses the water, transforming into the clear cerulean blue canopy above us.
The sand here is sugar-white, sparkling like crystals where the sun hits it in certain spots. A couple of fishermen in hip waders are angling in the salt water this morning; at a distance, we can seeing a few fishing boats. We take off our sandals and sink our toes in the sand. Flashes of orange and yellow are glimpsed as butterflies make their way to Mexico.
“The water’s not too cold,” Benny remarks as the surf rolls in and we get our feet wet. Not sure I would want to take a full dip into it, however.
It’s a wonderful time of the year to come to the beach in Alabama, chilly water or not. There’s the beauty of the sky and sea, the refreshing breeze and pleasant temperature, the lack of crowds and noise . . .
The sea oats and dunes that are protected as part of a natural habitat area.
I love those blue umbrellas against the glistening white of the sand.
Some families out enjoying the beach in the beautiful fall weather.
These flock of seagulls (now why am I hearing 80s music playing in my head?) stayed clustered in this particular spot the entire time we were out there. My sister says it’s not unusual for them to do that. Benny said maybe they were waiting to give us a floor show.