March is almost over but rather than looking for snow drops and crocuses in the garden, we’re still looking at snow. There’s still no good walking around our town, so Sunday, we headed south, to the ocean and open land with no trees. There we saw further evidence of Mother Nature's violence this winter. A wood bench, at least twenty feet above the beach had been flattened by the sea so instead of having a back, it looked like a double thickness of seat. Two granite memorial benches had been knocked off their footings and relocated to the middle of the walkway atop the sea wall, just down from a huge boulder, also deposited during one of the many storm surges. Still the day was sunny and the ocean churned and mixed with patches of green and blue. Our eyes still watered and our noses sniffled, when we turned our backs to the sun, it felt warm.
|This is our back yard through the window. These guys are hungry...I chased them away from my Rhodies by banging pan lids. Sorry about the TV reflection.|
|Our daughter usually startles these guys when she returns home from school late at night. But on this day, they weren't waiting for her.|
|On Sunday, the pond behind the beach was mirror still.|
|But the ocean was boisterous and angry, with this rip tide forming.|
|Did you say Spring? This is my back yard on March 29.|