Happy Valentine’s Day!

You didn’t already book The Sleepy Sandpiper for your romantic Valentine’s Day getaway?  So sad. . . but it is not too late.  The beach house is the perfect place for you to escape with your love any day of the year!

Sandpiper Heart
Created by glass artisan Glasting.


 “Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;  it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”  – from I Corinthians 13


Legacy Trail Expansion!

Not far from the Sleepy Sandpiper is an entrance to the Sarasota County walking/biking/nature path, the Legacy Trail. 
Soon the Legacy Trail will reach so the way to downtown Sarasota!

But for now, it is still one of my favorite places to walk and observe nature.

Calm after the storm. . .

Rainbow After the Storm
Rainbow After the Storm (Photo: Alex Masella)
We are incredibly thankful that as damaging as Hurricane Irma was, it was not as devastating a storm as most feared.
Being so near the water, we feared that the storm surge would bring flooding. No flooding, minimal rain and wind damage! We are still without electricity, but expect that on soon.
We have a few minor repairs, and then the Sleepy Sandpiper will be open for reservations again!
Thank you to our friends and previous guests who reached out to us during this storm!

Least Sandpiper, by Celia Thaxter

Sleepy Sandpiper, Nokomis Beach, 2016

Least Sandpiper

Across the narrow beach we flit,–
One little sandpiper and I;
And fast I gather, bit by bit,
The scattered driftwood bleached and dry.

The wild waves reach their hands for it,
The wild wind raves, the tide runs high,
As up and down the beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I.

Above our heads the sullen clouds
Scud black and swift across the sky;
Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds
Stand out the white light-houses high.

Almost as far as eye can reach
I see the close-reefed vessels fly,
As fast we flit along the beach,–
One little sandpiper and I.

I watch him as he skims along
Uttering his sweet and mournful cry;
He starts not at my fitful song,
Or flash of fluttering drapery.

He has no thought of any wrong;
He scans me with a fearless eye.
Stanch friends are we, well-tried and strong,
The little sandpiper and I.

Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night
When the loosed storm breaks furiously?
My driftwood fire will burn so bright!
To what warm shelter canst thou fly?

I do not fear for thee, though wroth
The tempest rushes through the sky:
For are we not God’s children both,
Thou, little sandpiper, and I?


I was delighted to come across this lovely little poem by Celia Thaxter today.  I read it aloud to my children from the 1908 classic Birds Every Child Should Know (affiliate link, free on Kindle.)  It reminded me of all the times they’ve chased little sandpipers up and down the beach.