I Arrived at My Beach House to Find It Under Construction. By Morning, They Were Knocking at 6 a.m.

The geraniums were still blooming when I arrived at my beach house that Friday afternoon, their pink petals catching the late sun exactly as I’d left them three months ago. I’d planted them five years earlier with my own hands, choosing that particular spot because the morning light hit it perfectly. But now, cement bags were stacked carelessly beside continue reading …