Early summer has suddenly arrived at the beach.
The air is filled with the scent of roses and honeysuckle wafting off the dunes.
Actually the air smells like the fumes of a gas powered leafblower, as gardeners tidy the grass nearby. But you get the gist.
I walked out to the dunes where the air was fresh and crisp.
The dunes are both overgrown yet somewhat dormant, not very pretty.
I saw Mr Mockingbird scuttling into this thicket of bayberry, scrub pine, and beach roses--his summer home.
The height of rose season is somewhat passed.
The resulting hips are huge, maybe from all the rain? They're the size of lady apples, too bad we have no deer to enjoy this fruit.
But look at these prickles! No wonder they go uneaten.
By the boardwalk, the Prayer shells display has changed. [begun during Covid lockdown2020]
The fun folk-art Dune Duck Brigade is gone and the handmade wish/ prayer shells are mostly replaced with this slick Welcome display. Hmmmmm.
Moon: This was the Strawberry Moon. Traditionally named because it heralds the strawberry season, probably the first fruit/ sweet after a long hard winter since ancient times. Not because the Moon appears pink, though it sometimes does.
It looks like lots of spring Moon dancing was going on that night, so many tiny footprints.
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Working on my scroll. How fun to choose the threads.
And speaking of moons and scrolls, blog friend Juliann tells me k3n [Kathryn] of clothtales has a moon scroll project on You Tube . HERE Pretty sure mine would be more a Year of/ w/ no feelings**...but I am saving it to watch and learn. Have a look? Kathryn's moons are quite reminiscent of those made by Spirit Cloth / Jude Hill, whom you may be familiar with.
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Mo had bath! He has had a few good days. Maybe he'll wear his luau shirt soon, before it gets too hot.