Friday farewell.....

five days home

and still thinking about the beach

but I know it is time to get back to "being home"

and saying

 until the next time

..............................

shells on the sand

and beer on the run

houses in pink

it's not the only one

metal that rusts in no time at all

steps that go up and and make you feel tall

flowers that grow next to rusty old things

signs that can point you to all sorts of whims

you can be sure that the fishers of fish

will be standing here

and wishing their wish

to catch that big one

that will legends then make

and tales of the catch will be told as they take

a walk on the sand where the sun casts its glow

on the windows that face the winds as they blow

over water and sand

and we hope that they miss

all the houses and people

who live near

....................

whale piss

!!!!!!!!!

this is what a certain gentleman told his grand daughter the foam on the sea is

when she asked him

he is the teller of tale tales

and I hope we meet him again to hear more of his silly stories

So I guess I have tortured you enough with photos and silly rhymes

but I don't promise this is the end

if the photos that I "lost" can be retrieved

be warned

I will post more

if not

there are still a few that will show up every now and then

so for now

it's back to the pictures of what I see

around me

here in the wood

where the trees are beginning to turn

and there is a chill in the air

and the acorns are falling by the tons and making it quite "dangerous" to be outside.

one more hit in the head

and that damn tree is coming down!!!!!!!

:)