Hello! This weekend was glorious, in a chilly sort of way. The sun was bright and the roses and honeysuckle burst into bloom on the dunes. Oh the scent! Salt air and flowers! Take a deep breath...
I wish I could send it to you over the blog-waves.
No fancy French perfume smells as delicious as a June afternoon at the beach, when the dunes are filled with roses and honeysuckle and wild sweet pea.
The bumblebees are drunk with pleasure.
The white roses are much rarer, this is the only white beach rose on my dunes. Behind this dune is the cache of recycled Christmas trees which is building the dune higher and wider.
Out by the shoreline, the oystercatchers patiently await the birth of their babies.
|mama on the nest, far left edge.|
Daddy on guard on right.
Closer looks, but taken from a distance so not to distress them.
And look what self-seeded in my deck planter. What is this pretty weed? I thought it was ragweed, I am glad I didn't pull it out, but waited. Maybe Sweet William?
A fine day. Hope you had a good day too.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~gone to the beach.