Golden Gardens...

Every once in awhile, fate smiles upon this little corner of the world.

 Instead of seeing raindrops on my window when I wake up, I see blue.

And on those days, we drop everything and head straight for the water.

 As Lola shoveled sand into her bucket, James shoveled sand into his mouth.

I won't even attempt to describe the diaper that ensued.

This stuff called sunshine works wonders on the soul.

And my paper while legs...