She’s my family.
And the bravest thing I know.
Sometimes, it really hits me…
I can’t imagine anything better, than being Marmee’s Mom. ❤
For several years now, I’ve done a walk with my camera from Forest Beach to Mill Landing and back again; my “Forest Beach Loop”.
This area is like a sanctuary for me. The walks not only restore my spirit but they’ve also become a glorious way to share the amazing beauty that is here on Cape Cod.
Which is what made yesterday such a sad and stunning day for me.
I had just reached the top of Osprey Hill when I heard the BOOM!
Then all was quiet.
Scanning the marsh below me I spotted something I never thought I’d see here before – a straw bale.
My heart sank for I knew what it meant: hunting season had come to Forest Beach marsh.
How can this be? I thought as I headed toward Mill Landing. In such a densely populated area, with all of the houses that line the marsh’s edge, where people walk their dogs and their children right there along the marsh? Seriously?
I made it to the Mill but instead of my usual excitement about reaching this beloved destination, I was filled with dread.
And sure enough, I could see the straw bale straight out from the Landing across the estuary; so close I decided to get behind the short stockade fence in case I heard more shots.
My hands were stone cold. I did not take my camera out, I did not take a single photo.
I guess I knew it even then — I would not becoming back to Mill Landing until hunting season was over.
The wild animals I have come to know here at Mill Creek are my teachers and my friends. My connection with them is strong; my respect for them, stronger.
As I walked along in the dimming light I thought about the Canada couple this summer who shared their beautiful family with me.
I also thought about the family of baby Black Ducks I had come upon up at Taylor Pond in late August. Boy, their Mama sure looked proud!
I’d never forgive myself if one day I was walking down the hill to the Landing only to see how my presence had sent a flock of geese or ducks into the air, heading straight for the gun barrels only yards away.
No photo is worth that risk.
In the meantime, I’ll be searching for beauty elsewhere.
And living for the day in late January when I am once again walking down that hill to Mill Landing at sunset.
Be well, dear Friends, you are in my heart.
I’ll admit it, I’m the first one to grab a broom and wave it at the marauding crows as they move en mass through the ‘hood in the spring, looking for eggs to steal.
And I know why.
Aside from being so clever, it’s the bonds they make among their families that I so admire.
Always on the lookout for one another, ready to face together whatever may come their way.
Joined at the wing.
On Thanksgiving Day it’s all about the pause. Pausing to reflect on all that we are thankful for.
So I took my camera out on Thanksgiving Eve to see if I could capture some of the things I am especially grateful for living here on Cape Cod.
It began with this view of Forest Beach Marsh that I just never seem to get enough of.
And the friendliest flicker I do believe I’ve ever met greeted me at the top of Osprey Hill. Dressed to the nines, his mouth full of juicy grubs, I could have sworn he winked at me before he flew off to his own Thanksgiving table.
On the way to the Landing I noticed how the sinking sun was making the cat o’nine tails glow like holiday candles…
And a clump of purple Asters along the stone wall at the bend in the road would make the prettiest Thanksgiving bouquet ever!
And she was waiting for me on the other side of that front door when I opened it!
For me, on Thanksgiving Day, and every day…
It’s all about the PAWS.