I love summer mornings like this one. There is so much beauty happening right outside our home. Have a look!
It was another foggy day that added a mystical beauty to the evening sky.
Last year when Wayne proposed to me on the beach we were surrounded by piping plovers. I captured a video of it that you can see and hear here. Piping plovers are an endangered species so there are special dogs restrictions in place to help keep the plovers safe. I’m a volunteer beach monitor through a town government sponsored program. They are such charming little birds and I wanted to give back to them for their being a part of our engagement. My job is educate dog owners not in compliance and observe the plovers.
What a beautiful morning!
It was another beautiful afternoon with highs reaching the upper 60s!
Despite record-breaking cold temps, snow, ice, torrential rain and winds gusting over 50 miles per hour over the past couple of days, there are definite signs of Spring in my yard. To start, the grass is turning green!
Wayne and I took a walk in our woods to where the clearcutting is occurring behind our property line. It’s very sad up close, but we found comfort in the beauty of our woods in the early spring. It’s therapeutic to share it here with you, both the ugly and God’s creations.
Greater Portland, Maine has been growing rapidly which includes my town of Scarborough. With “development” comes destruction. Since I purchased my house nine years ago this month I have witnessed many changes in my immediate neighborhood. Where there was once a large open field and woods is now a housing development. The majority of older homes that have sold within the past couple of years went under contract within days, were gutted then renovated before being flipped. Abutting my neighbors across the street was some clear cutting due to a parking lot expansion for a new medical building so that they now have a view of a parking lot!
This is one of the reasons why my own two acres of woods in my backyard have been extra special to me. It’s also why when I came home from running some errands I was heartbroken and shocked when I saw what had happened in less than a day.
“They” were talking about temps reaching close to 70 degrees today! I had high hopes of a Ferry Beach picnic in February. This morning I made a salad with iceberg (I know it’s the Wonder Bread of lettuces but sometimes I crave it), berries and English Seaside cheddar. I envisioned sitting on a towel on the warm sand enjoying my little picnic in the middle of winter, kooky as it may be. It didn’t come to fruition though, since the temps barely reached fifty degrees by the water with a healthy breeze blowing. However, I still was able to enjoy a lovely walk.
Around 1:00 a.m. I heard a delicate sound that seemed like it was by the bedroom window; it was very faint and dainty and not the kind that implies danger. It was actually somewhat soothing and I drifted off into a surreal dream: I was outside at nighttime and saw a strange creature under the streetlamp. It was the size and shape of a chipmunk and had a deer-like face. I got out of bed at 4:30 (my usual time) and was pouring coffee when Wayne said from the bedroom: “Averyl. Come here.” I saw he was looking outside the window and he moved aside so I could see.