By May we will have forgotten the effects of the pounding winter ocean.
Today though, on a sunny day; not at all like spring, I braved the 37 degrees plus wind-chill to visit the sea. I stared out my car windshield to the teal water, blasted the heat and tried to employ enough imagination for the billowing cumulus and the hard-packed sand to convince me it was summer.
But I couldn’t tune out the sound of the front-end loader beeping as it plowed mountains of sand from where the sea had deposited it in the parking lot. When I arrived, the driver was a rolling a telephone pole back toward its usual resting place at the edge of the sand—where beachgoers sit to remove shoes or watch the waves pour in. One of our many storms heaved that pole like a piece of driftwood to the other end of the rutted parking lot.
During our Boxing Day storm, fencing strung between the water and the dunes crumpled under the spume of ocean; the remaining posts spent the rest of the winter, uselessly leaning in competing directions.
Amid the mess though, someone found time for a laugh.
Happy Friday folks! Hope you have wonderful weekend plans.
9 comments:
Ahhh beautiful. I can hear the ocean!
The color of the ocean there is gorgeous. Usually it's an emerald green here. I love the water temp- Brrr! LOL
Your header photo is gorgeous! And, lots of ahhh moments as you described the ocean and its sound on the beach. Spring's coming, I know it is!
Beautiful post. Have a great weekend!
Cold or not, every photo you post of New England makes me long to return...
In the photos it doesn't look cold at all. Nice job of taking us there.
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Ha! Love that last one.
I saw a beach tractor moving the enormous trunk of a broken palm tree here in southern California after a howling rain storm a few days ago.
I love the ocean and beaches. None near me, which makes me love them more. Love the sign!
How gorgeous. I think even with Brrr temperatures, I'd still love to live by the sea. What a peaceful place to go.
Every time I come here, I miss home so much. I used to have to walk the dogs on those kind of beach days. Ice would form down at the end near the channel and look like the underside of icebergs, that funky blue/green flourescent. Just me, the dogs and the oyster man manning his pots. Crazy cold, but worth every step.
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