A November Walk

Good morning on this important Election Day. [probably the less said the better!]

Improv VOTE quilt info  [not made by me]

Instead---Welcome November!  

November is one of my most favorite months, all golden dunes and deep blue skies. Big blustery winds and and crisp Fall air. Autumn is finally arriving at the beach. Here at the Beach the holiday season filled with anticipation and joy and love, begins with the celebration of Halloween. 

Let's put aside our ''election/ covid anxiety'', and take a head clearing walk.

Look who I discovered in the larger high dunes!

Do you see them?

The rest of the flock of wooden ducks! How fun. They seem to be vintage [1940-50?] golf markers of some sort, maybe from a Pitch n Putt or miniature golf course? This herd is in the big dunes on one's right , if facing the beach; the rest are on the smaller lefthand dune face with the covid hope shells.

And who lives here?

Quite large, 2" hole to a burrow. Crab? insect? dune squirrel? No footprints, just the tiny pile of dug out sand.

I added my latest seashell offerings onto the shell installation. It has become somewhat sad. I will be adding a New Year's shell for sure, then what, years ahead of uncelebrated milestones?

  

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Autumn wildflowers are blooming.

Late roses and goldenrod.

Real asters, like the ones that bloom along the back roads on Cape Cod, not the garish [but pretty] wildly colored magenta and violet ones sold in September here.

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Indoors again, we can enjoy hot tea again, as the wind is now frigid. Gusts up to 60 mph! 23* windchill. Some Earl Grey Double Bergamot is very welcome. Even the hot mug in my hands is comforting, as I breathe deeply of my favorite tea's orange herbal steamy mist.It's dark at 4 now. Candles lit. "Embrace the darkness." 

Candles are from Gable House Goods: preordering is necessary as they sell out quickly.

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A brief Halloween recap as we say goodbye to this odd October. I saw not a single reveler or trick or treater. Mo and I walked about that evening, on silent dark lanes. As an annoying college friend used to jeer, if I was dressed up in something new or special: ''All dressed up withno place to go." 

Is this baby Mo's last Halloween dress up?

I stopped by a few friends to see their socially distanced treat set ups.

And visited briefly outdoors around my friends' beautiful firepit, where perhaps we'll share a shivering Thanksgiving feast later in the month. I took a tiny bag of M n M's. My gesture to days gone by.

Have a good November!

love

lizzy

gone to the beach....

seawall pics for Mel:

The second tier is added each fall; more a wind break than a water barrier. This seawall was set deep into the sand in the early 1960s if not earlier when the area was a US missile base during the Cold War. When I first arrived, there were no  dunes; the seawall on the other side towered maybe 15 or more feet tall. The dunes have encroached over the years. It edges an asphalt ramp , access for emergency vehicles.

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