An Apple & A Chunk of Cheese
July 12, 2008
I just had one of the best mornings of my life! It was one of those beautiful, sun-filled breezy starts to the day. My daughter, Lily, stayed sleeping and I got up, made some coffee and sat out on the front porch swinging and thinking on the hammock until she woke up.
Then we decided to pack a quick picnic and popped Lily's bike into the trunk and headed out to the new bike trail that starts at Brackley Beach in the National Park.
Lily practiced her bike riding on her bicycle that's much too small, but still suits her fine, while I ran. It's so gorgeous out there! The smells! The smells are amazing and the view!
So we did that - biked and ran and listened to the birds and dragonflies and the sound of no one else around, until we were both ready for a rest.
We put the bike in the trunk, got rid of our sneakers and headed down to the beach. It was beautiful. Just the two of us and our picnic basket. I forgot to bring a knife, so we shared bites of a big hunk of cheese that we had packed, and a delicious apple. We ate in silence, starving, sharing alternate bites of fruit and dairy.
After our breakfast picnic, we went into the water. Lily jumped right in of course, and I thought I would just wade in the water up to my knees because I was dressed in my running gear and had no towels, but we started having so much fun that I was soon soaked through, swimming in the waves. The water was so clear and crisp as the waves carried us into shore. We played in the sea for quite awhile and then went home to spend the rest of the day. It really was one of those perfect mornings where all we needed was each other, an apple and a chunk of cheese.