I read that rather twee quote today in a Kate Atkinson book (One Good Turn - recommended. Note, the quote was ironic; Atkinson was taking the mickey). After I'd picked myself up off the floor from where I fell in a swoon from its saccharine sickliness, I thought Actually, there's something in that that I should learn from. Kind of like the choosing joy thing or the attitude of gratitude.
And then I picked up my camera.
This is our beach umbrella, purchased the other day at the local Frankston shops (a scary place). The children were kind of horrified that I bought a hot pink one but the alternatives were yellow with slogans all over it, or blue and green tartan at twice the price. Also, I figured lying under a yellow umbrella would not be flattering to one's skin tone (jaundice?), whereas the pink one might facilitate a rosy glow. Actually it makes everyone look slightly sunburnt but what the hell.
My main reason for selecting hot pink was so that when I emerge from the water after a swim, I can see exactly which spot to return to on the beach. No stress or embarrassing gropings for other peoples' towels involved. (Those readers who wear strong prescription glasses will know exactly what I'm talking about). This is particularly important at surf beaches where the tides are strong and you often exit the water several dozen metres away from your original entry point without realising. (Can you tell I've been previously traumatised?)
This was taken this afternoon. All of these were actually. If you click on that one above it will take you to the flickr page where you will see that I became somewhat enamoured of the "add note" facility.
And that is Son #2. He's so talented. (Straight horizon this time. Go, me!)