Poison Ivy

Today I saw the beauty in poison ivy.  On the bikepath.  Autumn is upon us.  The leaves are beginning to change and drop.  The wind has picked up and shifted directions.  The tourists have vacated the Shining Sea Bikeway leaving me to bike among the squirrles, chipmunks, frogs, and my thoughts.

Today I saw the beauty in poison ivy.  In the marsh.  Nestled back behind the green to golden grass.  Red and vibrant.  Reaching up to the golden rays of the sun.  An awesome splash in the palette of the day.

Charlie always asks questions, like, "Why did God make mosquitoes?  Was it a mistake?"

Today I say, there may have been a reason.

I'm Not Sure You Understand Me

When I say fog, you think of gray.  Correct?  To you fog is a color, a concept.  On the Cape, fog is a way of life.  It is infused into every day.  It is blaired in and out with the regular sounding of the lighthouse.  It rolls in off the harbor and physically invades Main Street.  It sticks to the branches and drips from the trees in oversized droplets onto your car.  It makes cold, wet.  It is the embodiment of misery.  It is a cold, wet, white, dampness.  It is like walking into the night, into the black of night, in the day - only it's white.

In a sense it is magic, mystery and illusion.  Thick, dense, whiteness.

It is a beautiful misery.

It is NOT mist.  Mist is confetti compared to this.  It is a cloud in which you live.

Until - it is gone.

Replaced by wind, which is worse, unsettling, disturbing, unrelenting.  Angry.

Today the foghorn sounds, though fog is not imminent, at least not here.  And - there is no wind.  The water so blue, with a tinge of green.  The sand so tan.  A palette to paint your world, your room, your home.

And to then whitewash.

A Bird in the Bush

No time to talk but I thought I would leave you with this...

Happy Spring!

Chirp

Greening Up

With morning comes another bleak walk on the Cod.  Less fog, but no less gray. 

Although now, the skies look promising - the day is brightening up. 


Yesterday's head pain did not grow into a migraine.  I am hoping the same goes for today.  Once again woke with an aching in my head that I have chosen to ignore because taking the triptans render me useless and retire me to bed - for the day.  So far so good...

Nature versus the Weather

Nature says spring is on its way.  The weather says, gloomy, dreary, and gray.

Signs of Spring

This morning while waiting for the bus, Charlie and I were looking for signs of spring.  The thought was sparked by a homework assignment which we will complete later today.

The past two or three days have been gray and dismal with fog so thick that you wake up in a cloud; the driveway and surrounding areas are as wet as if rain has fallen, only it hasn't.  So perceiving spring doesn't seem likely - only, spring is on its way. 

It's all around us, in the little things.  And the more you look, the more you see.  Fresh tender leaves poking out of yesterday's dormant brown branches.  The greens of crocuses already three or four inches high. 

Daylight savings beckoned spring to come and it has.  Hurray.  Today, the Rude and I make our way down the beach.  And my head only hurts a little.  Here's hoping it burns off with the fog..

Little Blue Box of Happiness

It is a glorious day outside - from inside.  It is an open shade day.  But once you step over the threshold it's still freezing.  It is tough being a Florida girl living on the moon - uh, the Cape.  And the toughest part is November till April.  I forget what my feet look like, they are always smothered in socks.

Yesterday I ordered a light box - here, let me see if I can find it...

Philips goLITE BLU Therapy Device (on Amazon.com)

On Sale for $139.95

And you said, "You can't buy happiness..."

Living on the Moon

I often joke that living on the Cape is kind of like living on the moon.  It's desolate, at least in the winter. 

Every activity, every group I sign up for is inundated with people over seventy. And it's not like I can complain - I am the minority. The what is wrong with this picture? I am the thing to be circled because it doesn't (I don't) fit.

I don't consider myself an agist, my Gram, who just died at the age of 97, was one of my best friends.  I have always had an affinity for the wise.  I get angry when someone doesn't treat the young-at-heart with love and kindness and respect.  But I also need interaction with people my age: the not-quite-wise-enough set.

I was well aware of the state of affairs but I didn't know it had gotten to this: you know things have gone awry when the yoga class you want to do is at the Senior Center (and you consider going anyway).

Have I acclimated myself to seventy?

I suppose it could be worse - it's not like I have fallen in with a bad crowd.

Would they even let me in?

Snow Play

Nothing like being a kid in the snow.

 

 

 

More (or less) Snow

The long awaited snow has arrived.  Here is the deck at 3pm, the snow falling from the snow-colored sky (good luck with that one), and me and where is the snow?

Too much flash, too little snow.  (Waiting for the bus.)

Tiny Bits of Snow

Guess there is nothing worth while in the news because for the past few days - if not a week - the weather man has been prediciting snow.  And boy were they hyping it.  Not that we would get tons and tons - just that we would get it.  After this winter (I am not complaining) any snow is reportable.  Short of breaking news, it snowed.  Guess it is a good thing we are going skiing Sunday.

Utterly unimpressive, right?  It didn't even cancel school, or cause an early release.  Not sure it counts as snow until something is cancelled..

Living in a Snow Globe

Today is Charlie's show - the Musical Theater Dance Workshop at Cotuit Center for the Arts.  All week they have been practicing and today is the performance - Living in a Snow Globe. 

Yesterday the weather was almost 60 and today - SNOW!  Helped to get him in the mood...

Here are some pictures from around Falmouth - in the snow.

Not a bunch of it - but still, it's snow.

So Blue (and tan.)

Today the rays were reaching down to warm the sand.

Vitamin D - check.