When you spend the majority of your life on the beach – you pick up a few strange habits. I’ve picked up my fair share over the years. I eat oysters on Christmas, there’s a stash of seashells in my glovebox, extra clothes and towels can be found in my trunk, and I wear flip-flops year-round. These things remain true no matter where I’m living.
This time of year, you can spot farmer stands all over the place. Right now, they’re overflowing with fresh watermelons. I love it. I’m a sucker for watermelon – especially salted watermelon.
I had so much fun on Jones Lake yesterday. My skin did not. I don’t know if y’all can tell from the picture, but I was a bit pink an hour in. By the time we made it home, my face was puffy, sore, and roughly the color of steamed lobster.
