An October Beach Walk

 

Hello, hello! We haven't had a beach walk for quite awhile. But come with me, let's look at the wind tossed, drought burnt dunes and beach. 

It all started yesterday when my in-work Googly Jack's mouth and teeth blew away. I looked everywhere---on my deck and yard but no mouth. So today I went out to see if the little wool scrap blew afar, into the lane or the neighboring yards. 

It actually turned up, dropped in the sewing room// stuck to my foot?, but I loved the calm and sunshine and carried on. 

A bit of garden peeping! This house now has a delightful weathered rooster wind vane. It creaks and spins merrily in the breeze.

And this house on the corner has, as usual, the most profuse and beautiful dusty pink dried hydrangea heads. I never have the nerve to ask this person if I could have a few.

I peeked through the seawall, a rusty hole opens up to see nearby doings.

I carried on towards the beach entrance. Here we are, so windswept and changed after last week's nor'easter. That storm brought winds, luckily from the northeast, but little rain.

Summer is very over. The lifeguard stands toppled for winter storage.

The Covid shell display battered.

The dunes are dry and unkempt.

The roses have a tinge of leaf color but the few berries are dry as raisins. 

Only the staunch bayberry bushes are lush with tiny dark blue-grey berries.

I look at them and wonder why and how the colonists of early America had the notion that these berries would make beautifully pale green, fragrant, much needed candles. It baffles me.

With the dunes so dry, only two rains since June, I think, I wonder how the tiny creatures who inhabit the dunes survive. Perhaps the swales behind the roses, in the hollow still have water. I didn't climb down to look.

Lots of tiny footprints.

And a well trodden little pathway.

My beach is large and undamaged,

but to the far west the surfing beach is apparently all gone. The following pics were sent by a friend who walks daily early mornings. The cliffs are shocking, we cannot imagine how the beach will rebuild itself.

This is how it used to look, and may form again. [older pics by me.].

Have a good weekend, back Monday-ish w Halloween and quilts.

love

lizzy

gone to the beach...