On a blanket in OBX with

my baby is where I will be...

Sea Fever

by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again,

To the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship

And a star to steer her by;

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song

And the white sail's shaking,

And the grey mist on the sea's face,

And a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again,

For the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day

With the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume,

And the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again,

To the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull's way and the whale's way,

Where the wind's like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream

When the long treck's over.

Sing this...

Daisy Daisy,

Give me your answer do!

I'm half crazy,

All for the love of you!

It won't be a stylish marriage,

I can't afford a carriage,

But you'll look sweet on the seat

Of a bicycle built for two !

Whilst making this...

Vodka Daisy

Juice of 1/2 lemon

1/2 tsp. powdered sugar

1 tsp. Grenadine

4 oz. Vodka

Do not attempt to ride a bicycle built for two after drinking.

We did...it ended badly.

It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere Sangria

One 750-ml bottle dry Riesling or Sauvignon Blanc

1 1/2 cups white cranberry or white cranberry-peach cocktail

1/2 cup peach schnapps

Juice of 2 lemons

Juice of 2 limes

1/2 vanilla bean, split lengthwise

1 tablespoon superfine sugar

1 lemon, cut into 1-inch-thick slices

1 orange, cut into 1-inch-thick slices

2 peaches, peeled, pitted and cut into wedges

Ice cubes

1 to 2 pints mix of fresh raspberries, blackberries and strawberries

In a gallon pitcher, combine the wine, cranberry juice, schnapps, lemon and lime juice. Add the seeds from the vanilla bean, the sugar and the lemon, orange and peaches. At this point, cover and refrigerate for at least 4 hours. When ready to serve, fill 8-ounce glasses half full of ice cubes and pour sangria over ice. Garnish with berries. Go sit in the sand, sip your sangria and thankful be.

Beach Sand by Raymond A. Foss

Maybe it is the memories

the change of pace that brings us there

the sense of vacation

maybe the smell of the place

the sights of the gulls, the dunes, the grasses

but oh it is the feel of it,

the crunch and slide of it

the feeling of beach sand

so different from dirt, soil, loam

no, not earthy, moist, rich,

but oh so granular and gritty

even when wet,

moveable paper spreading under toes

sliding beneath the soles

smoothing my skin

clearing my mind

unburdening me of the rest

drawing me to the tactile, the feel

of beach sand

Ye Olde Tavern Bakery Garden Luncheon Menu

Rose Blossom Punch

Cherry Tomatoes

Filled with Blue Cheese

Wild Mushroom

Profiteroles

Crab Phyllo Purses

Bacon Polenta

Squares

Hummus with Olives

Fruit Kebabs with

Mint and

Horseradish Dipping Sauce

"If music be the food of love, play on."

Twelfth Night

Delaware Shakespeare Festival

July 17-August 1

Rockwood Park

610 Shipley Road

Wilmington, Delaware

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