This is Aunt Deedle. She's been a rancher and a realtor and an antiques collector and a mentor and a friend and so much more. Now she owns a B & B in Galveston. I am lucky to have her in my life and even more blessed that my girls can get to know her.
The seawall at night.
The pictures are blurry because it was night, the darkness required that I play with settings on the camera and I need some practice.
The hit the beach running. 2 day in the car resulted in a whole lot of girl energy that needed to be worked out. The beach was almost empty, the sun was setting, and there was still a bit of oil spill globs washing up. It was really lovely, despite the residue of environmental pollution. The fresh gulf air of Hurricane Ida moving in really cooled the air off. From here we went to a local seafood joint called Casey's and ate fresh fish and bay and gulf shrimp with deep fried zucchini. Then we pulled up next to the Rainforest Cafe and watched the volcano flare up. Lil'Bug was exhausted and asked to go to bed, which after eating ice cream and strawberries we brought from our farm, she did. The girls slept all night and had to be woken up at 7. Way later than our farm time.
This is Aunt Deedle. She's been a rancher and a realtor and an antiques collector and a mentor and a friend and so much more. Now she owns a B & B in Galveston. I am lucky to have her in my life and even more blessed that my girls can get to know her.
The seawall at night.
The pictures are blurry because it was night, the darkness required that I play with settings on the camera and I need some practice.
The hit the beach running. 2 day in the car resulted in a whole lot of girl energy that needed to be worked out. The beach was almost empty, the sun was setting, and there was still a bit of oil spill globs washing up. It was really lovely, despite the residue of environmental pollution. The fresh gulf air of Hurricane Ida moving in really cooled the air off. From here we went to a local seafood joint called Casey's and ate fresh fish and bay and gulf shrimp with deep fried zucchini. Then we pulled up next to the Rainforest Cafe and watched the volcano flare up. Lil'Bug was exhausted and asked to go to bed, which after eating ice cream and strawberries we brought from our farm, she did. The girls slept all night and had to be woken up at 7. Way later than our farm time.
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