I feel so sorry for these bean bag chairs. They don’t seem to know school has started. Someone should have told them.
They made their way out onto the
beach early this morning, reporting at the usual hour. They’ve spent the whole
day waiting patiently, or mostly they were patient. A few like the light blue
one closest to us has been slumped in a pout since the sun’s rays angled into
the afternoon hours. And the red ones. I considered telling the chairs the
truth, but those red beanies seem ready to revolt. They move and watch everyone who passes. Being stampeded by a crush of heavy bean bags would not be fun.
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5 comments:
Beaches (and their "furniture") are bittersweet places once school begins. I am not even sure if that is the word I really want to use... but they carry the sweet memory of summer but they are empty and all that is left are echoes. Cheers!
Beaches do look odd after school starts, as though you can still hear the laughter of children from the past summer. Thanks, Danette!
Great post again. Interesting furniture for a beach. Not sure I have ever seen a beach covered in beanbag chairs before.
Looks like a comfortable way to relax though.
I think I've seen every imaginable type of beach furniture since we've moved to Tampa. Thanks lots, Rosalie!
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