My husband joined me for a walk last Saturday, and we ended up down by the harbor, where a new home for the town sailing club is taking shape. It’s a shingled building with porches and decks as well as a high widow’s walk, accessible by steps from the outside. So, of course we climbed up there. We’ve seen all manner of views of our harbor over the years, but being this high, in this place was new. Our muted seaside autumn was on display, as well as a cloud line marking a potential bout of rain. After taking a few photos, we continued our walk, optimistic that the storm would hold off. It didn’t. We returned to the car soaked.
This weekend, only the oaks and ash remain covered with leaves. A mid-week nor’easter stalled over us for two days, hammering us with 60 mph gusts and pounding squalls. By Friday, our yard was littered in branches. Out in the woods behind us, a leaning pine tree finally gave up, splintering yet another tree on the way down. Our driveway was so covered in wet leaves I was tempted to shovel them, like snow.
But then, as always after a big storm like that, the air freshens and clears. A week later, I took another harbor walk.
Wishing you all a wonderful week.