Miss D & me

views & vistas from Miss D and my extra long walk on the point yesterday

We hopped in the car around 5pm last night for the quick 5 minute drive down onto the point and we parked at the end of the dead end road where the pavement turns to dirt. Miss D and I walked down the bunny trail (a long mowed lane of the greenest grass) and yes, we, especially Winnie Dixon (who is 2/4ths site hound) did spy two bunnies. We call it the bunny trail because the rabbits love to sneak out from the small woods and sit on the lane and nibble the sweet green grass. We walked beside pastures gold and then green, the colours changing constantly because of a spectacularly unsettled sky - large and filled with flying clouds, some dark and threatening like island kingdoms or huge ships sailing through the sunshine in a clear blue sky ...they flew so fast that we could chase their shadows, and we did - Miss D and I.

And down onto the beach where the tide had pulled the water out to the far outer edges of the reef where the seals loll fat in the sun and they talk and moan and groan to each other. And we walked and walked out on the sand bars as far as we could go to our final destination, our turn around spot. The big rock, our big rock at the end of the back back shore and we sat for a spell just taking it all in. I put my arm around my girl and she sat close and smiled and laughed with me.

Then we walked back and up the side of the red clay cliff and into the bayberry wild rose pasture which overlooks the reef, a favourite spot for big wet dogs to leave their sticks for a moment to drop and rub and roll in the tall golden grass. We picked bayberry leaves, scrunching them in our fingers to release their scent and then breathing deeply that heavenly smell - the smell of summers near the ocean. Queens Anne's lace and buttercups bobbed and swayed tall in the breeze and Miss D and I laid down in this old overgrown pasture, in this sacred place above the sea and we wished that we could stay there forever ... and we felt very grateful.

This is the land where nature sings, the lands of stick fetching and wading around in tide pools looking for the blue starfish or watching scuttling teeny hermit crabs. It's the lands of reddish ruffled sand bars that stretch on forever. Of big red rocks and red clay cliffs, of wildflowers and bayberry and wild roses. Of hawks and herons, warblers, red winged black birds, bobolinks and cliff swallows. Of foxes and deer and coyotes. It's heaven. It's a place I love. A place I've been coming for over 13 years although yesterday was our first visit this year. There are so many memories here, many quite bittersweet and most ... absolutely perfect.

We made a plan to go back ... each evening Winn and I because we love it here