Happy New Year, friends. A new year means a beach walk, I have done this every year, for many years. The day is cloudy with some wispy fog, but not cold. So come with me and enjoy the fresh salty air of 2022.
J loved the tiny paw prints that appeared under the 2.
Walking through the dunes, the wet fog-dripping weeds were beautiful in the winter neutrals.
A secret pathway through the dunes, many tiny foot prints. It is well traveled. Beyond is an occasional wet swale. Maybe they go there for drinking water, though I always thought that water was salty.
The winter beach and low winter sun.
Mr Mockingbird has returned to the now bare ugly locust tree, as he has done for many years. Who knew birds live so long and in such harsh conditions. He must be 15 years old or more. Nests in the dune pine, above/ top; winters outside my window.
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My cottage is mostly serenely blue and white again. I put away all the very Christmassy things, but I keep a few much loved items out for early winter.
love
lizzy
gone to the beach....
PS This amused me on I think, Instagram. My words were...purpose/ family/connection/ change. Not thrilled with change, though the hopeful saying : "change for the better" springs to mind.
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