It is our last night in Rosemary Beach. I’m sitting in our beach house with the windows wide open smelling the ocean and the rain and… the rosemary! Yep, that’s right. Rosemary Beach is named for the wild rosemary bushes that grow all over the town.
In fact, there are all sorts of yummy things growing all over this place. There is so much green and blue–earth and water–that I feel like I’ve been staying in a huge, outdoor spa.
See what I mean: