And, lest you think I’m only frolicking about sticking my toes in as many parts of the ocean as possible (which is mostly true, but I like to maintain the appearance of a more well-rounded explorer), I bring you some non-watery bits.

As we drive around up here, The Boy and I both keep wondering if the plants are supposed to be that color.  Where we live, that would mean everything was completely and totally dead.  But I’ve been assured that no, that’s just what they look like here this time of year.  It makes for a bit of an adjustment if you’re from more verdant climes, but it is rather pretty.