A new month and the end of this crazy year draws nearer. The marsh grass has faded to brown, and cooler water temperatures add a deeper blue to our usually greenish water.
At the pond at the elementary school, waiting to pick up the littles, I saw a great blue heron stalking along the shore before it lifted in a low, lazy flight to the trees on the far bank.
Alligators laze in the sun, soaking up the last, lingering warmth of summer.
New birds have come to call, enjoying our still gentle temperatures and sunshine. Kinglets chatter. Golden crowned flitter through the wax myrtles and ruby crowned scurry amongst palmetto fronds.
The kids and I have an abundance of park days coming in these short but pleasant days of November. Welcome back. Let’s have fun.
Lilacs see to have sprung into bloom… gracing gardens with their perfume and their beauty.
Dogwood blossoms are everywhere.
From the trees sprang a myriad of sounds and critters. Chirruping squirrels, chasing one another in the thrill of spring’s ecstasy. Tree frogs…completing the chorus with croaks, trills, bleats, and grunts. At night it can sound like a fleet of fire trucks descending on the neighborhood. The anoles don’t have a lot to say as they leap and slither about the limbs or run along the morning glory shrouded fence. Skinks slither under the raised garden beds, hide in the damp shade beneath the kids’ sand/water table.
Already broadhead skink females are hidden in my woodpile, guarding and tending their clutches of tiny white eggs.
(not my picture…but I seldom get the females to stand still for me, lol)
The males, with their big red heads are much more imposing than their ladies and less skittish. They love it up in the big live oaks.
Spring is here in the Lowcountry. It couldn’t have sprung up at a better time.