I've never met Lynne's Aunt Pat and since she died last spring, I guess that ship has sailed for me. However, Aunt Pat has left a lasting legacy for which I will fondly remember her.
Aunt Pat was a world traveler and avid journaler. I'm sure Lynne inherited her wanderlust and lethal blogging skills from her.
Anyway, back to the Legacy of Aunt Pat (hereafter LAP): Sundowners.
When Aunt Pat was on safari in Africa all would pause as the sun began its descent. Tables were draped with linen, snacks were laid out, drinks were poured and all gathered to watch the sun go off to another hemisphere.
Sundowners (or "sundownering" in its verb form) are now a St. Pete Beach tradition---but with our own Bitter Train style. No linen here. But we pour a glass of wine (or two) and set out snacks and pause to watch the sun slip out of sight.
And, we aren't the only ones. We watch from our exalted perch on the sixth floor as people gather at the water's edge and for a few moments we are all united in silent salute to the day and to life and to the wonder of it all.