August Beach Walks

Hi all! My friends' baby girl {"Baby Pineapples" baby] now throws kisses and waves, says "Bye bye, see ya!!" So let's bid this oddly disappointing August farewell. Bye bye!

Most of these photos were taken the day of, or the day after, Hurricane Henri, who bypassed us and fizzled himself off to Connecticut. Probably just as well, but so much time, effort, worry spent preparing for the mis-predicted calamity. Let's have a beach walk, to clear our hearts and souls!

I always enjoy studying the wild weeds and flowers of the dunes.

Grasses.

black eyed susans, a newcomer!

More grasses and grey-berried bay are proliferating this year.

Beach roses in all stages of bloom.

I love these starry rose hulls.

Look at these thorns. These pics are for Mel who always wants to know why I can't harvest the hips for tea! [also is illegal, and stealing food from the wild creatures and birds....]

A few days after Hugo, we finally hit 90* last Friday. Yes, for the beach, it was hot.

Mo has his little cave under a stored chair on the deck. I think these are his happiest hours with me.

Mo had the spa van come today. He is fluffy and smells so nice, but he is exhausted, poor mite.

Needs a good brushing still, hmmm.

And here is an accumulation of oddities Mo and I picked up over the summer. Due to the roadworks and scary trucks, our usual routes with good finds are not accessible. 

These two clasps or closures are interesting and different though. The tin butterfly fell off my garden stake, but I left it because it was in my pocket with the other metal junk.

Off topic, I am compiling a journal timeline of the Covid year[s]. I had to look some things up---vaccines in April, NYS restriction gone June 15. With fireworks. Six weeks later we are back in masks, distancing, cancelling, fearful and losing hope [or at least I am]. Booster? Hope it works. I am very disillusioned right now, as my dreams of celebrating fall holidays fade. I wore my Summer celebration bracelets anyway.

I never got to use my straw market tote with the camel pompoms.

On a happier note--- Below, delicious fresh produce from a friend. That tomato! Oh my!

Oh well. Each day is a new day, a gift. Each season , each year, a new opportunity. That is my mantra.

love

lizzy

gone to the beach...

Part 2: Garden peeping later in the week.