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Paradise in a sunrise, paradise in those eyes . . .

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I woke up early this morning and slipped outside to the balcony to watch the sun rise. It was still chilly and dampish and my knit zip-front jacket felt good.

 

As I sipped my coffee (made super strong to suit my BIL; I trick it out with liberal amounts of half and half and sugar),  I could hear the deep, rather mournful sound of the foghorn in the distance. The exterior lights lining the board walks to the beach still glowed.

I think it’s going to be another beautiful day in this little taste of paradise.

And speaking of paradise . . .

Monday, Monet & caretaking in paradise

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A sweet, spicy scent fills the air of the living room.  Cinnamon rolls are baking in the oven for a breakfast al fresco on the balcony. A cloudless blue sky and shimmering waters awaits us on yet another beautiful October morning in Orange Beach.

As we enjoy our scrambled eggs and cinnamon rolls, orange juice and coffee, a pleasant breeze brushes against our faces.  From nine floors below comes the sound of the rolling surf caressing our ears. A few boats, sail and power, move through the Gulf waters.  From the distance comes the sound of ship’s horn, as if a giant is blowing across the top of an equally giant-sized glass soda bottle.

My oldest sister looks down towards the beach. “Those people act like they are looking for something in particular,” she says. I glance down and see a line of folks slowly walking across the sand in what appears to be a rather methodical manner.

My BIL explains they are a group of volunteers who comb the beach on pretty much a daily basis, looking for litter and for any signs of the oily balls that were an unwanted legacy of the BP oil spill.

“That’s why I like living here so much,” our BIL says. “Everything is well looked after, including the beaches.”

After all,  even paradise requires some TLC, right?

My gregarious BIL, who loves to talk with his hands.

The volunteers on their return walk, combing the beach for any litter.

The view from the balcony to the east. Sublime . . .

Now, I find myself imagining Mr. A here, his eyes made an even more incandescent blue as they reflect the hues of the sea and sky, his hair long enough to be invitingly tousled by the breeze.

I know he isn’t a water baby, but I still like envisioning him taking a slow jog through the sand right where the water laps against it. There’s a look of contentment on his face as he enjoys the fresh air and the sunshine.

And that vision led me to contemplate all this natural beauty, so inspiring to the artistic soul of someone like RA and to Claude Monet, the artist Richard brought so vividly to life in The Impressionists.

OT: A birthday at the beach

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Here I am, sitting in the dark of the condo’s living room, tapping away. I was so tired last night I fell asleep with this computer in my lap while the Alabama-Tennessee football game was on. This is an amazing feat when you consider my oldest sister, ever the enthusiastic Bama supporter, was yelling, leaping, clapping and in general making lots of noise (we won). Even with our own red-haired Mouth of the South lustily cheering her team on, I still zonked out.   I guess you could say I was bloody knackered. 😉

Benny saw I had dropped off and  gently suggested I go to bed. Having already cleaned my face, brushed my teeth and taken out my contacts, I shuffled off to don my PJs and slip between the sheets. I actually fell asleep before 10 p.m., which is a rarity for me. And then I woke up three hours later, which is not–a rarity, that is. *sigh* Oh, well, it’s not as if I have to get up and go to work in a few hours, right?

On a happier note, the weather was beautiful when we arrived here. The condo unit is on the 9th floor, giving you a spectacular view from the balcony of the blue waters of the Gulf and the strip of sugar white beach. Benny filmed the sunset with his videocam.

Benny and I along with my two sisters and BIL enjoyed a delicious supper of Chicken Bruschetta, risotto, (even Gordon Ramsey would approve of my sis’s risotto–perfect texture and perfectly delicious), a Caesar salad and garlic toast, topped off with Mr. Fedoralady’s yummy German chocolate birthday cake for dessert.  Benny seemed to enjoy digging through his bag filled with miniature candy treats, gummi bears, almond crescent cookies and, of course, his Doctor Who DVD featuring the Doctor of his youth, Tom Baker.  Here is some fan art celebrating my favorite fellow in all the world–my dearest Benny.

Back to regularly scheduled programming later this morning. I might be asleep but WP, good Lord willing and the Creek don’t rise, will automatically post Mr. A for me. 😉

That’s Fedoralady’s middle sister checking out the contents of Hubby’s goodie bag.

Beachy thoughts–and Thorin

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Orange Beach, Alabama

Tonight I have been thinking of the beach. I’d love to be there right now, except NOT right now. That is, not in the summer’s heat and humidity, feeling as if a wet blanket has been tossed over my head. Not with the crowds and crush and noise of summer.

No, what I would like is to somehow time travel a bit and be down at lovely Orange Beach during the spring or later in the fall. To be there when the temperature is on the milder side and there’s a wonderful light, cooling breeze often sweeping in from the Gulf.

I’d like to be able to take a late walk on the beach, when the sun is beginning to set and send vivid streaks of color across the wide sky.

 I’d squish my bare toes in the wet sugar-white sand as the tide rolls in and listen to the gentle rush of the surf, and look for shells, and enjoy the peace and serenity of it all.

I can’t experience that first-hand right now, I can only imagine it. But I can send Thorin there . . . sort of.  Although he’d likely be more comfy in a pair of jams and flip-flops than his typical attire. 😉  I do think he could use some of my Wonder Waves spray for great beachy hair.  😀