Here's what we saw when we arrived at The Cape a couple of Friday mornings ago:
We headed right down to check it out . . .
. . . and it was a good thing we did, because the whole rest of the weekend we were always out-and-about during Low Tide on the Bay side . . .
. . . Dead Low Tide . . .
. . . fantastically Low Tide.
One can walk for miles and miles on those sand flats during Low Tide . . .
. . . and walk we did.
Mistah and I had no idea what we were in for when we arrived at Nancy and Jonny's aunt's cottage, no idea of the view, no idea we'd be able to walk almost to Provincetown, on our very first morning on The Cape.
I love walking almost all the way to Provincetown, on my very first morning on The Cape.
You know who else loves it?
The crabs love it because they have the most perfect Crab's Eye View of the Flats.
If you're a crab, you love low tide in Brewster on The Cape.
Even if you're not a crab . . .
. . . Low Tide in Brewster on The Cape is pretty great.
You know what's also great?
High Tide . . .
. . . at Sunset.
Mistah may or may not have taken 7 zillion photos . . .
. . . and they were all fabulous.
And if you think Friday evening's sunset was espectacular?
(And it was . . . )
Well, here's a sneak peak of the sunset the next evening:
I know, right?
But Saturday is not important right now.
The important thing is that Mistah calls this photo:
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - Middlemarch, George Eliot. Finally
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz