No Boys Allowed (Well, None Of Them Have Asked To Join Us Anyway)

Beach pictures are as predictable as beach activities. That's just the way it is. And that's okay. We don't go to the beach to take pictures of circus clowns or giant redwoods and we don't go to the beach to run marathons or solve the problem of world hunger now do we?
No. We go to sit and look at the sky and the water and the birds and to swim or float in the water, to watch for crabs and dolphins, to drink and eat and laugh and walk.
And occasionally someone lifts a camera with a lazy hand and snaps a shot and there you go.

And so it is for me today.

Here we are, enjoying the No-Man, No-Bra, Full-Moon, St. George Island Get-Away. Four women and I can tell you this- there's a reason men have traditionally worried about what happens when women go off alone to talk and chat and laugh and take off their restricting undergarments. It looks like we might be plotting. It looks like we might be too happy. It looks like we are just having way too much fun.
Which means, we could be witches.

Well, we are.

But we are using our powers for good, Kathleen, Vicki, Judy, and I.
Or at least not using them for evil if we are, in fact, using them at all.

And that's all I have to say at this moment. It's a beautiful day on this beautiful island and there are hardly any people here and the blue crabs are out and the pelicans and sea gulls and tiny peeps and dragonflies and we've had walks and Judy has had a swim and we've all had breakfast and we are happy.

And that's the report from the beach on this Monday, August 23, 2010 where four women are plotting to...maybe take a nap later.

Much love....Ms. Moon