When ever I wake up on a Sunday morning, I have this happy feeling of the beginning of a special day. I am sure it has to do with the way me and my brother grew up in Germany. Sunday was a day we had different, finer clothes. Mother made sure of it, but as kids we hated it at the time, cause it meant we couldn't play outside and get dirty. No, it was Sunday and though we weren't church goers, the day stood out as a special day. Dad didn't have to work, mom would cook a special dinner, which btw. we always had at 12:00 noon. After dinner, it was time for a walk. Some times we drove to a wooded area, other times we went along the beaches. After that, it was coffee and cakes, often shared with Grandpa and Grandma or it was us who were invited out to family. At 6:30pm we had our evening meal, - dark rye bread, cheese and cold cuts.
This way of spending Sundays is so ingrained in me that I mostly still live after that pattern.
Today started with bright sun which led us to take a Sunday walk in the morning, before having lunch.
Sooo good to see the beach again and let Dixie enjoy her freedom.
Powerful storms had moved the big root farther down the beach and turned it around.
And more of the grassy area behind the beach had fallen victim to the rushing waters and big waves. Is that happening due to a rising ocean level or are the storms getting more powerful? We don't know, but it's gotta be one or the other.
On the way back we met neighbours with their dogs. There was "Ollie" the yorkie, who really loves Dixie and tries to "kiss her" by jumping up to her head. Maverick is a setter and the family recently got "Becket", another setter, but still a small puppy. All 4 dogs were milling around and enjoyed eachother's company. So much fun to watch!
Remember my Sundays in Germany as well. Always began with Frühschoppen .
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