Sit for a Spell

These Adirondack chairs are perched on a gorgeous spot of land down Redart, the same place I was talking about yesterday. All that brown grass out there is a marsh utterly and completely infested with fiddler crabs, but don't let that stop you from enjoying the view. Beyond that marsh is a lovely creek.

Aren't these chairs inviting? Don't they just beg you to sit and rest for a spell? I took them up on their very generous offer. Taking photos on somebody else's property is illegal takes a toll on a person.

There is nothing I love more than sitting and staring at the peaceful views around here. My favoritest (it's a word) thing to do at my own house is to sit on the front porch at sunset, or on the back porch at sunrise. Or underneath one of the pine trees before the ticks start dropping from them like rain from a nor'easter.

The shot below is from one of the county's public beaches, Haven, home of the infamous Old House Woods, ghost stories, flying pirate ships and Senior Skip Days in high school buried treasure, or so they say.


These Adirondacks didn't really beckon me to come sit because I couldn't remember if this dock belonged to the county or if it had reverted back to private property, so I erred on the side of wimpy caution and admired them from afar.

After yesterday's talk of snakes, raw oysters, strings and savages, I thought I'd post something a little more relaxing today. Something peaceful is really needed because the things that have happened here in the Chesapeake Bay household would rival what goes on over at Sandpiper Reef on any given night, and based on yesterday's post (and comments), that's saying something.

As I write this, the Chesapeake Bay Children are having to sleep downstairs (which is about 10 degrees cooler than their 110-degree bedrooms upstairs) on inflatable mattresses because our HVAC system decided to go on strike, and it was 98 degrees in the shade today, quite literally. (CB Daughter quoted the temperature from the car's dashboard, and at the time we were parked in the shade.)

We won't talk about the ants swarming in the kitchen in spite of the Terro I purchased from Sutton and Kline (aka Moughons), because otherwise I'd have to start twitching crying.

If you could please ignore those last two paragraphs sit in either the marsh-view Adirondacks or the bay-view Haven Beach ones, which would you choose, and why?

More importantly who would you want sitting next to you and why?