"By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather
And Autumn's best of cheer."
Hello on a grey last day of August 2020 (yesterday now). It seems like summer could be over but the best summer months---September, October, lie before us here at the beach. Hopefully in all their golden silent splendor.
I ran errands this morning! Much hand sanitizing, though masks seem no longer worn here. I wear mine anyway. (edit: in the interest of keeping accurate history, masks are mandated by law and must be worn indoors in public places. People do comply. But outside now, dogwalkers, neighbors chatting, beach goers, mail persons, etc, no one wears a mask outside now, whereas thru mid August everyone did so.)
Here is the first colorful leaf of autumn.
When I got home I decided to make a quick trip to the beach entry, to check up on the seashell art installation after some windy rainy days. You may recall the shells were pretty much buried during H Isaias earlier this month.
I had my own rainbow shell in my pocket! Dare I leave it out there?
The outdoor sandy feet shower, not working due to Covid safety---Mo is so sad that he can't get a drink here. Yes he and I have walked as far as the beach bench twice now, on cooler less sunny days. And yes, it is about half a block, but too hot for chubby boys. Mo is always very puzzled and unhappy with any changes in his world, however small. Today I'll bring bottled water for him and hope that helps.
The installation looks great! The roof line of the sheltering house says, "Leave a Shell for Kindness". I
It has been uncovered from the sand deposited by H Isaias, and moved further up the dune face.
I love all the painted shells.
I don't see my pastel scallop shells, but since no one was about, I slipped my Rainbow shell into the group where it seemed to fit just fine.
Will we find these shells in years to come, only remnants of their paint and wishes left to remind us of this terrible year? Who knows.
I moved on, enjoying the late summer dune foliage.
The bayberry crop looks very good. I always marvel that in colonial times, some enterprising pilgrim had the notion that these tiny berries could be morphed into fragrant pale green candles.
Roses and rose hip together---
No goldenrod yet, not even a hint [for the Monarch butterflies] but some dune spurge, a pretty pale yellow flower.
The beach beckoned gloomily grey---platinum sky, pewter waves--- but Baby Mo is in remedial training for his new separation issues so I headed home instead. Beach walk next week, it looks lovely.
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| the blue plastic walkway is an accessibility walk, making a smooth surface for carts, strollers, bikes, wheelchairs. I don't know if our usual grey wood walkway will return, I know workers were not available during the stay at home time in the spring. Settling up and remaking the grey wood path is labor intensive and costly. |
love
lizzy
gone to the beach....
Nature notes: dragonfly migration was August 26 and 27th, clear blustery days.
Full moon tonight, ''full corn'' moon. I hope the sky is is clear; photo is from another year....
*Quote at the beginning was borrowed from Sue in Suffolk's informative blog.
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