Sounds of Oceans...

What's a rural family to do, when they're tired of gardening, painting, canning and general farmhouse maintenance and it's one of the last warm summer days to be had?

Why they head to the beach, of course.

The last few years have been cool and wet in our neck of the woods, making a trip to the beach a futile exercise, which in turn made us all the more appreciative of this visit.

We headed to our favourite provincial park, Long Point. Where the beaches are wide and the dunes are high. 

If you've ever stood on the shores of Lake Erie, at Erie, Pennsylvania and looked across the expanse of water before you, this is what is hidden, just out of sight, on the other side.

There are few more simple joys in life than frolicking in the waves with your child and listening to the sounds of delight in his laugh.

And lying on the beach with your eyes closed letting the sound of the waves soothe your soul.

Growing up near the Great Lakes has always felt like a blessing to me. Where else can you have your choice of three beautiful lakes, all within a few hours drive? Not to mention Georgian Bay, which, itself, is majestic and breathtaking. My mind and body are long overdue for a visit there but I'm not complaining, this little oasis was just what the doctor ordered.

 Not long after we arrived and crashed our bodies into the welcoming surf a few times, the male twin shouted out, to what seemed like the world in general, "It doesn't get any better than this!" 

I couldn't agree more.

 ~Happy Sunday Friends~