The smells...

Nothing to do with me after a fine Italian meal.

Years ago, in fact the first time we came to this area, we had been traveling here from the west coast in our motorcoach in March... and being chased by cold weather all along the way.  As we drove south of San Antonio, the conditions began to improve.  South of Corpus Christi, there was sunshine.  Rolling into the Tropical Tip, I opened the coach door when we arrived and took in the smell of freshly mowed grass and salt air.  I was hooked on this place!

This morning, Joan opened the door to our deck... yep, the smell of freshly mowed grass and salt air.  Ever notice that freshly mowed grass smells better when someone else is doing the mowing?  Yard work is taken care of by our homeowners association fees.  The salt air is free.

A windy day - enough so that I didn't feel like taking the boat out in it.  Windy enough to close up the bimini to keep it from catching wind at the dock.

After taking Izzy for a walk, we were coming up the back stairs... when I saw the smallest pontoon boat I've ever seen: just enough room for two pedestal seats.  Similar to this...

It made our boat look big.

The folks on it were just cruising the canals and had stopped to look over our boat.  New residents here, from Minnesota.

I see that Minnesota is getting snow right now... good time to not be there.  It got up to 80º here today, with a cool down coming for the weekend.  "Cool down" is a relative term.