Thanksgiving traditions abound, some fairly universal in the US, others more obscure. One of my favorite traditions is my Thanksgiving beach walk. Usually alone, savoring the quiet, the beauty, the ---yes, even the solitude. This lovely poem is from codlinsandcream2.blogspot.com 's sidebar. HERE
The dim sea glints chill. The white sun is shy,
And the skeleton weeds and the never-dry,
Rough, long grasses keep white with frost
At the hill-top by the finger-post;
The smoke of the traveller's-joy is puffed
Over hawthorn berry and hazel tuft.
I read the sign. Which way shall I go?
From: The Sign Post, by Edward Thomas.
Come walk with me.
Dune harvest.
I find the soft colors of seed heads and goldenrod so beautiful.
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Nature Journals, October through mid-November. Maybe more for my own record than of interest to readers. Almost a year now of entries into the tiny perpetual journal. I am looking forward to adding year two.
Cosmos from two years ago, the deck pots keep on giving! And actually are regrowing and quite green now.
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Baker Creek Seeds, heirloom seeds.
Acorn. A redo~
The ugly locust tree. Blog friend Nancy says the honey locust trees are golden and beautiful in her yard. I am trying to see their charm.
Ornamental pear tree
The black cherry tree:
Scribble Journal/ Personal Journal: I absolutely couldn't squeeze November and December '23 into Book 2, and so began Book three at such an odd calendar point. The new book is beautiful, with illustrations by Marjolein Bastin. Found online from a used book seller. Pristine.
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Drying gourds as I await large wooden beads to space them on the drying twine. This year is not the best results, they are softening and getting furry! I wash off the mold and hang to continue the process.
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love
lizzy
gone to the beach.......................
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Thank you for the lovely dune walk along, Lizzy;))) After my food shopping being jostled every which way this morning in the aisles, I found it very calming...;)))
ReplyDeleteLovely acorn and actually your locust watercolor makes it look beautiful--[eye of the beholder and all that].
What a wonderful poem...I will look her up for sure...
Having my 2nd cuppa and calming down....
But, it's done!! YAY...
Hugs, Julierose
Love your quiet beach walk photos, and that gorgeous tangerine cosmos is awesome especially nearing the end of November. A dismal gray rainy windy cold day today, it should be better over the holiday. I'd love to get outside for a little photo shoot of Vintage Spin now that it's finally finished.
ReplyDeleteLoving your subtle beach walk colours.
ReplyDeleteYour ugly locust tree has marvellous leaves. The shape and colours are very 'drawable', as your lovely sketches prove! The black cherry leaves are glorious. Such a precious record of your beach year, captured in your visual diary. Penny
I miss the beach but have learned to love the woods. And I have just recently been drawn to nature journaling so this post was the perfect way to start my Thanksgiving with a breath of gratitude.
ReplyDeleteA Thanksgiving Day beach walk sounds so wonderful. Thanks for sharing your walk with us. When our girls were young we used to do a nature walk at a nearby university, collecting nuts, pinecones, seed pods, and downed bird nests.
ReplyDeleteI think your nature journals are delightful. I think you captured the locust leaves so well. Ours never stay on the branches....
One of these days I'm going to share a photo of a locust tree I saw on a walk a month or so ago. I remembered you talking about your toddler feet meeting the thorns and I cringed. I've only ever known honey locust trees....
I love Marjolein Bastin's illustrations. The book looks beautiful.
You should try scraping the outer layer of skin off one of the gourds, just to see. I don't know why but it prevents them from getting soft or moldy.
Such a beautiful sunset!
Did Mo get a share of Thanksgiving dinner?