We have years like this pretty often where we are a week away from the jolly fat man coming down the chimney and you'd swear it's time to break out the shorts and tee shirts. The very thought of wearing a sweater or other winter apparel makes you start to itch and sweat. In fact, having really cold weather at Christmas is more often the exception to the rule. Having weather cold enough for even a fake log in the fireplace is rare. True winter weather is probably another two or three weeks away, in January. The one time I remember snow at Christmas was in 1993 and it was big, gloppy flakes that melted upon contact with anything they touched but they sure put us all in the mood to sing, "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas". Never mind that it never accumulated, not even enough for a decent snowball. We did get very cold weather that Christmas, just not a winter wonderland to go with it.
So with such a lovely day before us, Larry and I took a drive to Gulf Breeze on a short shopping trip in search of a new recliner for me. Since we were so close we decided to go on a few more miles to Pensacola Beach. Truthfully, the beach is only about a half hour drive from our house. We are so accustomed to having this wonder of nature so close by that we often forget about going down there. We really take it for granted except when a hurricane wipes the beach clean and flattens all the dunes so we don't even recognize the place. The beach has definitely recovered from the last big blow that re-arranged the landscape down there. It has even recovered (on the surface anyhow) from the BP oil spill of 2010.
|Beach visitors and shore birds (who live there!)|
After seeing the calm waters in the bay, we were surprised to find a fairly vigorous surf when we got to the beach. In fact, the noise from the waves crashing into one another made quite a smack and near booming sound while we stood at the water's edge admiring the water, the shore birds and the stunningly beautiful day we were privileged to be enjoying. We watched one wave after another come rolling onto the beach and then retreat back only to be thrown back on the beach over and over again.
|Larry soaking up the sun.|
|Shells for the taking.|
|Marcia by the shore.|
|It never stops moving.|