Breakfast and Brunch on 30A

FIRST THINGS FIRST---many restaurants are not open on Monday.

Many don't open for breakfast until 9 am when they do open. Beach time allows for sleeping in.....

 Of course, we had made a Donut Hole "run" on Day 1. So we had our favorite specialty bread on hand for our morning toast, not mention donuts and as well as a key lime pie to munch on all week.
Reminder: specialty breads sell out early in the day.

A Tuesday breakfast at Grayton Beach's Another Broken Egg had me "partially" eating a side order pancake that was the size of my head. Hubby had his weekly egg fix with an omelet---and the girl next to us (think size 0) was eating a cinnamon roll french toast covered in blueberries, strawberries and whipped cream.

Tomorrow's treat will be an "all the rage" cinnamon roll from La Loba's Bakery in the High Point area at Blue Mountain Beach. Signage is almost larger than the bakery tucked in the corner past Big Daddy's Bike Shop/Rentals.
We can walk to it from the beach....up the access steps at section 35.

Methodist Memories

The earth is the LORD'S, and the fulness thereof ...(Psalm 24:) The sea is His for He made it ...(Psalm 95:5)---both from my feeble memory.

Blue Mountain Beach, FL---first view captured on iPhone--too blue to even look real, but it is!

Those verses and the lyrics and melodies from these old hymns flooded my thoughts today as I was surrounded by the beauty of His creation.

All Creatures Of Our God And King (Hymn #62)

All creatures of our God and King, Lift up your voice and with us sing

Alleluia, Alleluia!

Thou burning sun with golden beam, Thou silver moon with softer gleam,

O praise Him, O praise Him, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia!

For The Beauty Of The Earth (Hymn # 92)

For the beauty of the earth, For the glory of the skies,

For the love which from our birth,Over and around us lies;

Lord of all, to Thee we raise, This our hymn of grateful praise.

This is My Father's World (Hymn #144)

This is my Father's world and to my listening ears
all nature sings, and round me rings, the music of the spheres. 
This is my Father's world: I rest me in the thought
of rocks and trees, of skies and sees; His hand the wonders wrought.

View from our table at the Vue on 30a where we had Sunday brunch. Restaurant had jazz musican but my heart kept humming the old familiar hymns.