...like so:
...hence, it must be a great time to visit Crane's Beach, our favorite seaside romping ground. Crane's Beach is one of the first places Mark and I visited after moving to Massachusetts. I remember on our first visit to the beach, Mark and I had a lengthy conversation about how we wanted Frances's delivery to go. I've got to stop thinking these things can be planned. Regardless, I'm very fond of the beach. Get comfortable, there are a lot of photos ahead.
The green blades may be arisin', but the sun it wasn't ashinin', so we wore winter jackets for this beach trip. Frances brought along her Halloween pumpkin bucket for playing in the sand.
The tide was coming in, so there were great eddies to study on the beach.
Frances (and her father) spent a lot of time building a series of...citadels, let's say.
A little break from citadel-building to move around some smelly seaweed...
...then it was time to add some roads to the citadels.
That's me with the backpack, fleece, winter jacket and baby, helping with the road work. No close ups of the baby, unfortunately.
Frances found some drift wood.
She (or perhaps her father) decided to add the drift wood to our citadel.
Once Frances's hands were good and red from the cold, we decided to retreat to a pizza shop.
The pizza shop was less picturesque, but ever so tasty.
I do love a good Crane's Beach trip. Perhaps next time the sun will be out.
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