The moon is full…it was breathtaking last night…
…..even more so as we were walking tonight…
Aedin glanced up, caught a glimpse through the trees and stopped in his tracks. A few strides further and it revealed itself, full, golden, ripe with the promise of autumn.
A blessing to share such moments. They imprint beauty into our souls.
Some things here at the old house in on the island don’t change a lot … the live oak trees, the spanish moss, the way the sandy soil of the yard sinks underfoot.
Other things seem to be in perpetual flux. The sounds of traffic on the road a few blocks away. The scents that whisper on the incoming breezes…right now, sweet with jasmine and wisteria…or sometimes earthy and salty with the scent of the marshlands.
The changes I mark most are the ones whose change reminds me that, over the span of time, nothing changes so very much. Constant changes. Like the ocean tides. The great horned owls in the hollow of the live oak…mating, brooding, raising their young…and moving on until next time. The anole coming out with the warmth of spring…big dominant males puffing their throats to warn off the small, slender teenagers with their cocky attitudes, and the coy females who in the end, really make all the decisions.
Frogs and toads are laying their eggs, and soon that too will signal change as they become tadpoles and tadpoles become frogs/toads and the damps areas of my yard come alive with song.
The pear tree has blossomed already. There will be fruit before long. I await the promise of the fig I have so carefully nurtured through all these winters and this spring’s random frosts far too late in the year…. without someone to cover and protect it, there would be no sweet fruit this year. No promise of tiny baby fig trees to grow and continue into the future.
Changes that serve as reminders that it is my privilege and my duty to protect this fragile environment around me. I don’t grow exotic plants. I nurture the ones nature placed here…and the ones generations past left behind. Like the ancient azaleas lining the yard and standing in odd circles about the yard where once… decades ago, they surrounded some long ago tree….now lost to the changes of time and the vagaries of weather. Yet the azaleas remain, reminding us of time past…and changes yet to come.
Immutable change…as constant and unpredictable as my ocean.
My friend, Melodye Shore, is quite the Renaissance woman… a gifted writer, an amazing photographer, a friend to bees, hummingbird ‘whisperer’, and now a budding expert on the intertidal zone, tidal pools and their amazing inhabitants.
So imagine my delight tonight when, in my usual eclectic way, I was perusing all the weird and widely divergent things that amaze and delight me…and here was this fascinating article on a critter from her neck of the woods… the lovely Lined Shore Crab.
Immediately I thought of Melodye…and how magical such small places as our tidal pools are…on her western shore or here on the shores of the Lowcountry, or in other countries around this tiny blue world of ours. So much precious life. So much we don’t yet understand. So much magic to be lost if we don’t protect it fiercely.
I vote for magic. The more we can find and share… the richer our world….and our lives….become.
I wanted to begin back to blogging here the first of this New Year.
Frankly I was too depressed and worried to have anything encouraging to offer. It wasn’t just the sudden terror of the new administration…although that certainly was more than enough. There was a lot of turmoil on the home front too. Culminating in a court decision we never ‘saw’ coming and broke our hearts but not our spirits. We go on. We fight on.
Some things… these kids… this country… are too important to yield to sorrow and despair
So here we are. February. January and February are, traditionally, ‘winter’ here in the Lowcountry. Not so much this year. The camellias are in bloom. The azaleas are beginning to open. The sun shines and it has been low to mid 70s almost every day. Can’t really complain about a ‘winter’ where you can happily play at the beach without needing sweats.
THIS was my Christmas gift from my amazing kids. A printed hardcopy of my manuscript!
I cried, LOL!
Edits on that one are almost completed and there are others in the works. Always a story waiting to be told. And in these days… that is a bright star on a dark night indeed.
It was another gorgeous day. If that sounds repetitive…it is. I am so blessed to live in a place I love and enjoy this much. I love the sunshine. The heat. The sun. The breeze off the ocean. The sudden summer rains. The long summer squalls.
I love wild masses of color from summer flowers and crepe myrtles, the whisper of the breeze in salt grass and pampas mounds. The hawks that sit atop the posts and watch us below. The mockingbirds with their myriad of stolen songs. Peppers in the trees, and anoles on the house. Everything is bright and blessed here this time of year.
No, we don’t have any money for a ‘vacation’ like normal folks do in the summer. Someday I want to take AJ on a ‘real’ vacation… he was so young when his dad got sick and died, he doesn’t even remember ever having taken one… but here we have our own little backyard vacation every day. We have the ocean. We have the Angel Oak, the cobbled streets of downtown Charleston, palm trees, and sailboats passing beneath the bridges.
Before he heads back to school we’ll go to the Battery. We’ll walk around down town. I’ll even save the money to take him someplace fun and “Carolina” for a special treat. We will make the memories.
Life is too precious to miss just because you don’t have much. Every moment we have is a miracle.
STORMING! First lightning so close it made all the touch-lamps turn on, and then when it thundered it shook the house so hard they all turned off! LOL! Amazing the storms that roll in through the LowCountry. Usually they come hard and are soon gone. This summer has been different though….so many fierce storms this summer. Hard deluge rains, and they last for hours or come wave upon wave of storm fronts one behind the other.
The road is standing full…as usual…but at least I don’t need to water tomorrow 😀
Of course rain never stops summer fun here…even in the pouring rain, surfers are out at the beach catching the waves the winds drive in. Gotta love it here.
Today the daughter and I went to downtown Charleston and reveled once more in the small, cobbled backstreets, the beautiful old buildings, palm trees, green courtyards, wide porches, and smiling faces. Yep, the logo is right: Beautiful places, smiling faces. We tried out a new (to us) place to eat as it ranked high (#2!) on daughter’s celiac-friendly list. The Brown Dog Deli was adorable. A quaint little eatery tucked into one of the myriad old Broad Street buildings, with a wooden floor, cozy tables, wooden booths, and a tiny courtyard out back. It was cold inside, so we took our food out to the sunny courtyard. Just lovely. And yummy!
We drove out to Folly Beach, enjoying the sound of the gulls, the smell of the pluff mud as the tide went out, the boats rocking on the waves. We took a long stroll up the beach and smiled at the tourists splashing joyfully in the still frigid surf. Nope. Not these Southern girls. We waded up to our ankles when a wave reached us as we walked, that was the full extent of our venturing into the ocean. Brrrr. Collected lots of lovely bits of coral which I added to the bowl, and one larger piece for the table near the front door where we keep all the ‘treasures’ from countless visits.
Another gorgeous spring day here in the Lowcountry. May every day be so blessed.