Yes, that's July in the North Bay. With family in town, a party in the works, and beaches nearby, it promised to be a lovely week of play. But my dearest old friend, the summer sun, refused to attend. It was, in fact, frigid. Well.... frigid - I'll admit, may be a stretch of the word, - but to this desert-valley-girl, frigid it seemed.
Still, - the gluten-free cake was a success, and dear friends and family brought warmth and laughter to the cold Sonoma air. Happy Birthday, my little Joey.
... Oooh, the ocean. The ocean, the beach, the dunes, the waves... these are the things that seem to stand alone. I don't even need the sun to be here to love them, - yes, - I said it... I don't even need the sun here. It reminds me of my daddy, - of camping, of early morning walks, and big night bonfires. And I'm pretty confident my boys feel the same, - there's no absence, - there's only Big 'Ol Life.
... And back to Penngrove. The weather didn't even think about warming up for the parade, - so, still, - we bundled up and cheered on our townsfolk. Nope, this summer is not bad at all.
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