My return to Forest Beach marsh this morning was pure heaven.
It was like comin’ home.
There was no way I was going to miss this day of Liberation.
Raindrops and all.
And friends to share. 😉
As Thanksgiving draws closer, conversations always seem to drift to food, or food preparation.
Most people have strong preferences as to which cut of the entree they like the best at their feast.
I thought I’d share my own favorite cut.
From across the marsh, a cut through the dune at my beloved Forest Beach.
It’s a feast for the eyes.
A feast for the soul. 😉
It’s been a while since I posted one of my Forest Beach loop walks with you.
The water was still and calm when I arrived at the beach last evening; the buoys barely moving.
Plenty of other things were moving, though.
I could see an elderly couple up the beach searching for shells, while a pair of adorable long-haired dachsunds were frolicking in the water…
And checking out the tasty treats along the shore.
By the time I got to the backside of the marsh, the golden light was at its peak.
I couldn’t resist a shot of my favorite cut. 😉
A young crow called to me at the top of the hill leading down to Mill Creek.
What is it about crows that always makes me smile?
I do believe he was telling me to Hurry! hurry! Look and see!. Quickly now!
Turning back to the incredible view all I could do was sigh.
I wait all year for the kind of burnt orange colors I see at sunset in the fall there at Mill Creek…
And up at the adjoining Taylor Pond.
Everything is on fire. And if you make it there at just the right moment, it’ll take your breath away for sure.
Just then, I heard an old familiar sound, Crraaawwwk!!
Sure enough, a great blue had just touched down out by the shellfishing buoy markers at the landing.
Slowly wading through the shallow water in the waning light, like some silent movie star…
He paused now and again to check out things that were moving, just beneath the surface.
On my way back up the hill, I had to look back one more time, as I always do.
Soaking in one more glimpse of this beauty to carry me home, I whispered Good Night to all.
Upon my return to Forest Beach, I could see that the sunset curtain had come down there as well.
The dogs had left, the sun had found a pillow somewhere, and the sky had turned from bold blues to dreamy pinks and peaches.
Thank you for joining me on my walk.
‘Til the next time! 😉