We found rusty old trucks

with chickens dancing around them at this sweet garden down the road from the bread shop. There were plastic pink flamingos, goats and chickens running freely. John and I sat in Adirondack chairs and the kids fought over 7-up. We roamed the wild parts of the garden and found ourselves a blackberry bush. Stained and sweaty we got in the car and headed for the coast.

Is it wrong to want my front yard to look like this?

And finally the beach.