Autumn Makes a Surprise Landing

Nature never ceases to astound me.

Always full of surprises.

Why, just lookee what landed on the deck while I was so busy making hats for Breeders’ Cup….

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Summer Winding Down

You can see, smell and almost taste a Cape Cod summer as it winds down.

A humid haze lays thick over everything. And everyone.

ForestBeachLoop904-BlogThe rosehips are at their very best, all orangey-red and ready for picking for those with a fondness for jam.

ForestBeachLoop900-BlogEven the slowest among the osprey “juvies” have mastered the fishing skills they’ll need for the long flights south.

ForestBeachLoop906-BlogJabbering flocks of young sparrows seem to line every telephone pole, delighting us with their melodic runs and winged gymnastics.

ForestBeachLoop909-BlogFragile pink mallows wave in the soft sea breeze, framed by cat o’ nine tails standing tall and watching over them.

ForestBeachLoop-905-BlogThe great blue herons are back, those who left when summer crowds descended, their statuesque frames unmistakable as they peer into quiet pools at dusk.

ForestBeachLoop907-BlogThick bushes of pokeweed, sadly toxic for us, will ripen soon to the delight of every tiny bird along the marsh as they will do their part to scatter the seeds far and wide.

ForestBeachLoop908-BlogFor some, the end of summer is a sad time. Vacations come to a close, it’s time to return to jobs, schools and familiar routines.

For me it’s a time of jubilation as my heart beats a little faster in anticipation of all the sights and sounds of my favorite season awakening…

Blog-Bird42BThanks for visiting me here at Images of Cape Cod!  🙂

Sally

 

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All of A December’s Eve

There’ll be no walk tonight as I listen to the rain on the roof, the cars splish-splashing through the puddles.

But last night my walk was something truly special.

The magic began as soon as I drove past the Red River on my way to the parking lot.

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And there he was, all hunched up, soaking in the last rays on this last day of November.

We call him Harry, one of our beloved Great Blues, his smokey blue charcoal-and-black feathers a stark contrast to the marsh grass that frames him this time of year.

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Heading back to the car, I couldn’t help but notice these two characters.

I could hear the youngster prodding the older one, saying, “Hurry up! Hurry up! I just KNOW she has French Fries”.

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But the older, wiser gull knows me better than that.

Nope! There’d be no French Fries getting tossed from my car.

Just someone who’d coo to him, soft and sweet, and tell him, “Oh, my, what a pretty bird”.

Not something a guy hears everyday. Especially a seagull kinda’ guy.

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Still, a guy’s gotta’ eat, and he gave me the feathery eyeball, nonetheless.

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I drove on with anticipation to Forest Beach marsh and the glorious panorama that awaited me there.

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One of our Canadian sentries was alert and on duty, telling me that all was well in the marsh tonight.

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This was my favorite kind of autumn evening.

Those smokey clouds in the autumn sky, the setting sun bathing everything in a golden glow as it bid the day adieu.

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It’s truly remarkable that, no matter how many times I make that walk down to the shore and stand there gazing out at the sea toward Chatham Light, it’s like it’s the very first time.

And all I want to do is stay there forever and ever and just breathe….

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But I wasn’t alone in my reverie.

I could see two lovely ladies on the jettie who were enjoying the day’s end, just like me.

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We chatted a bit, as girls do.

One insisted on giving me her advice on the very best way to keep your beak warm when the chill evening breezes blow in off the water.

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I could not thank her enough.

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I passed by Forest Beach marsh from the other side, and looking away out I saw my favorite cutaway, bereft this time of year of summertime dinghies, glowing warm in the sun.

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I stopped long enough to chat with these fellas. The Three Amigos, clearly enjoying their Boys’ Night Out!

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And heading past several houses already twinkling with Christmas lights, I met this friendly codfish who was telling me I’d better pick up my step if I was going to make it to my final stop before dark.

Blog-ForestBeachLoop690I heeded his warning and before I knew it I was there…

At the Landing.

A place that always feels somehow like my destination. The place where I take that deepest of breaths and let the days’ cares lift up and float away.

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And as I headed home I was already dreaming of the beauty that lay just over the hill and around the corner.

In December.

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Thanks for visiting me again here at Images of Cape Cod.

‘Til next time, be well.

Sally