I love the end of summer.
It always seems as if there are a handful of rosa rugosas that have enough “oomph!” at the end of the season to put out juuuust a few more blossoms.
And because they are so few and far between, I think I enjoy them more now than I do all summer long.
Some people just “get through” the cloudy days…
As they await the next sunny one.
I relish the cloudy days, and the magic they bring with them.
When colors seem more intense, yet at the same time softer, almost dreamlike.
When it’s quieter, too.
Even among the birds, ordinarily so full of a million things to chatter about.
It’s when every breeze seems to be whispering something as it moves over the sand-sprinkled rosehips…
And upward through the pines.
Something akin to a secret.
A secret that I relish. ❤
Looks like someone’s as thrilled as I am that the rosa rugosas are finally leafing green and coming in at LAST!
Better late, than never! 😉
It’s amazing how the rosa rugosas just keep on blooming as summer drifts slowly into fall.
To the delight of this little bee, coming in for a landing this morning down at Taylor Pond!
And lucky ME! 😉
I arrived at Forest Beach and was thrilled to see that our rosa rugosas had bloomed overnight. Like many a Cape Codder, I wait for them all winter.
Taking a look around me, it sure seemed like everyone had gone fishin’!
One of the big commercial fishing boats was just heading out under a full head of steam.
Closer to shore, fishermen in all shapes and sizes were using their own unique methods for hauling in their catch of the day.
I was drawn to one fisherman just beyond the jettie where I was standing.
It was easy to get mesmerized. Spellbound…
By the light on the water. The slow, methodical motions of this solitary fisherman simply going about his work.
It was nice to see that I was not alone in the pleasure of the moment.
Yet as the sun climbed higher and higher, I knew I’d better get a move on to my next stop if I wanted to find a parking place.
On to Red River Beach!