Winter Made Glorious Summer

We were waiting for friends so we took Cheyenne down to the low tide beach at the Stock Island Yacht Club.I was put in mind of the quotation from Shakespeare when Richard the Third opens the play describing his newly uplifted mood. It is a political statement in the context of the play, of course, but it seemed apposite in light of this apparently endless stretch of summer in February.

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

The speech reveals Richard's jealousy and ambition, as his brother, King Edward the Fourth rules the country successfully. Richard is an ugly hunchback, describing himself as "rudely stamp'd" and "deformed, unfinish'd", who cannot "strut before a wanton ambling nymph." He responds to the anguish of his condition with an outcast's credo: "I am determined to prove a villain / And hate the idle pleasures of these days."

For my part I am, contrariwise, determined to thoroughly enjoy the "idle pleasures of these days."
These few pictures shot from the shore out across the waters of Boca Chica Bay look just like a summer afternoon.Coming into the Yacht Club it is apparent that this was not a day for a brisk sail. All sails securely and neatly covered on this ketch. The Boca Chica Bridge of Highway One in the distance. Kayakers working on their tans. It seems incredible to imagine this is a northern hemisphere winter, doesn't it? Everyone got into the act of relaxing in the sun. I don't miss my catamaran but I am quite fond of this speedy and comfortable design from Catana, of France. What? Back to the car? Already?

Cheyenne napped while we went for a swim in the pool. One couldn't waste such a glorious day not swimming, now could one? So, who likes seasons now?