There’s something about the scent of the salt air that pulls me in, it’s fuel for my soul.
Having lived in a Lighthouse on Long Island Sound as a child and also on Cape Cod, the sounds and scents of the salty ocean are a sense of comfort to me, it feels like home.
My recent trip to Rockport MA with my family was one of those very hot & humid July days and the water was so cool and refreshing.
There were so many perfectly smooth round stones everywhere that I stuffed my bag full with rocks to bring home to my garden.
The lighting at the end of the day was so beautiful.
“ It is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea---whether it is to sail or to watch it---we are going back from whence we came.”
- John F. Kennedy
On another note… I had posted this on my
Facebook page yesterday, so I thought I would re-post it here as well. ☺
~I made this floor cloth last summer (the only one I've ever made) but after a few months of it laying on my mudroom floor I ended up rolling it up because I didn't want anything to happen to it... but that was plain silly!, so now it sits on my desk. It's the perfect size for it. ☺