It is December…and winter…here in the Lowcountry. The sea looks and smells different as the coastal currents that bring warm water near shore are replaced by colder winter currents. Storms whip the waves, and the beaches are quiet. A great time of year for long quiet walks and reflection.
The light is different…softer…muted. A lullaby for the passing of the year.
Winter passes, as winter must. January and February carry the heavier burden of the cold, but to December is given the darkness.
And the promise of a new beginning.
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.