LIVE WITH EGRETS NOT REGRETS

30 x 30  $35.00 half beach salvage half beach dumpster dive.  Suitable for indoor or outdoor.

I have been forced to spend a couple of days inland this week  to celebrate some birthdays (sorry salty and mom).  I don't like it (sorry again).  I miss my birds, seeing the waves, walking along the sand collecting and oddly enough the bed at Lee's landing.  The bed here at the investment house (my former home) is wonderful and king size, while the bed at the Landing is a trailer house queen.  

There is a difference between a queen and a trailer house queen, it is slightly smaller...or we are slightly larger than the last time we spent any time at all in a queen bed.  I really don't want to dwell on size, for truly sometimes it just doesn't matter ( I tried to think of something witty to put in these parentheses here but failed) unless you are at the doctor.  Everyone it seems then becomes morbidly obese. I regret if I am making you dwell on this.

I ramble, sorry.  This posting is about regrets and Egrets.  I can honestly say I have very little to regret.

I hurt someone once a long time ago and I do regret that.  Other than that I have been a pretty straight arrow kind of girl.  Follow the rules, work as hard as you can, collect as much as you can, arrange it in a pleasing manner, sell it all at a garage sale every two years, trading up to better stuff..  In short, the American dream.  Striving to find that Bluebird of happiness, the crazy little tweeter.

I have changed birds.  I now love the solitary Egret  standing in the small estuary behind the landing.

Instead of that twittering little Bluebird, Egrets now have my total attention.  They walk slowly, lift off slowly and when the come in for a landing the Egret circles in as if floating then lightly lands. 

In the spirit of total disclosure I can't tell an Egret from a Heron, but I think this is a Heron.

They are birds of few sounds.  When they do "speak"  it is a sort of gutteral noise that sounds like "rrraaaccckk."  Most of the time they stand very still watching.  Egrets are totally at ease in their feathers.

Egrets regret nothing because they are such simple, graceful birds. To me they seem content because the stay in one spot for hours.

Lee's Landing makes me feel like an Egret.  There is no rush to decorate and redecorate, I have stripped all those habits away.  No fancy clothes to buy, like the Egret I am happy just standing.  That doesn't take anything more than a t-shirt, pants and flip flops. Just driving off the ferry in the evening gives me that floating in circles feeling, ready for the soft landing of home.

Sunday evening I will once again be gulf side and this makes me happy.  I would have, at the end of my life, certainly regretted it if I had not taken this chance to live at the beach. It was, at first, an upset to the apple cart.  There was some adjusting on both our parts. If I hadn't just taken the step it  would always have been the dreaded "should have."  Now, settled in and acclimating well perhaps I can move on...to sea turtles!