Spring has sprung and skin is in. These fellows are letting it all hang out on the beach by our house.
Some are hanging more than others.
Spring comes in stages. First, the old men take off their shirts. Second, the young girls break out the tank tops. Then finally, the old ladies bust out the bikinis. Although the kids are already in bathing suits, the “senoras” have so far only shed their support hose and high heels.
I’m willing to bet that when she trades that house dress for a bathing suit she still won’t let go of the purse. I’d love to know what’s in there.
Maybe that is where she keeps the shells and rocks she finds.
She must have something fun because when the kids on the beach saw her coming, they followed down the shore like sunscreen scented rats behind a purse toting, flower frocked Pied Piper.