Renewal and resurgence

The crab apple tree that, for the last few years, I was considering having taken down has bloomed in profusion in spite of the cold wet spring and all the taller trees around it. The blossoms are a stunning rich deep pink and there are masses of them. I am overjoyed. My mother planted the tree and it is a lovely memorial to her as is the holly at the back door. I feel the tree is giving me a message to start blooming again and to use the limited time I have left in appreciating and sharing the beautiful and the good in this world

 The sun is shining but the sea is very angry and slapping at the shore this morning.

A delayed adaptation of a Christmas carol - I saw a flock of geese go swimming by on Christmas day in the morning.

Today the world was in a blue mist with sky and sea a wash of blue over gray until the sun began to seep through the clouds.

A frail craft upon the waters this morning - a lone kayaker moving rapidly through the water this morning about seven thirty am

The sky has a look of molten gold at the horizon this morning

First snow of the season and an early start to the season as well. I heard geese in the cove last night but didn't see any until midmorning when I saw a thin gray line swimming out of the cove in a southerly direction. I both saw and heard the ducks when I went up for the paper at seven a.m. It's now around four p.m. and the water is a very light silver gray, rippling and very cold looking.

I looked out my window and what did I see
but a big pumpkin orange harvest moon
looking in at me

 Two views of kayakers from my window - on Saturday morning two kayakers going by on water as calm and smooth as satin and on Sunday morning two kayakers going by on water as wavy as watered silk

The dew on the grass was so cold this morning it curled my bare toes as I stepped out for the paper. The sun rose as shimmering orange red orb.

A small flock of geese flew over in a westerly direction this morning as we walked up the lane for the paper. And coming around Back Cove before lunch time I spotted a snowy egret. I'm still thrilled remembering the quartet of snowy egrets I spotted there last week.

The shrill cries of the gulls - at the foot of the road a lobster boat heading out to sea - truly a coastal Maine morning

When I looked out the window the other morning I saw what I thought was a wounded crow until I realized he was dusting himself in the big old ant hill in the path to the sea. He was soon joined by another and they had a fabulous time cleaning themselves in the dust.

This is what a perfect day at the end of May looks like: the birds are singing, the lilacs are blooming, the honeysuckle is blooming, the only surviving birdhouse is rented, there are a myriad of candles on the horse chestnut and the crabapple tree is just starting to lose its blossums. Alas, the magnolia has gone by. Nature is at her most benign and beautiful.

Two frogs in the pond this afternoon - so happy to see them

An unusual sunrise this morning, pale peach above with a smokey blue at the horizon. The peach morphed into a vanilla cream above the dense smokey blue.

The sights and sounds of spring as we walked up for the paper this morning; the forsythia budding along the path and the sound of a motor boat on the bay - no sight of the boat itself as the fog was in

As I walked up the path for the paper I couldn't help but contrast the warmth of the sunshine and the bird song with the cold grey silence of the winter.

A perfect early weekend morning spent chatting in the sunshine with my neighbor while our dogs romp.

The tide is out and the water is a gray blue and very sparkly. Lots of traffic on the path to the beach, both foot and paw, this morning.

A miserable little drizzle out there tonight.