Sunday I woke early to a rising sun, turned to my husband
and proposed a morning trip in the dinghy out to the harbor jetty. “Church first,” he said, so I settled in for
a few more minutes. When I opened my eyes again, the sky in the west hung low
and white, the kind of ceiling that tells you there could be fog over the
water. We scrambled up anyway and drove
to church, were I sat through the sermon with my fingers crossed. It seemed frivolous to pray about the weather,
so I simply hoped, grinning once we exited the building to find the sun had powered through. As is our tradition, we procured the
requisite bagels and coffee, and, arriving at the harbor to a freshening
breeze, convinced ourselves there would be time for our trip before the
weather changed. My husband navigated while I balanced
two cups of coffee, so facing the stern, I observed full-bodied cumulonimbus clouds
mounted on top of each other in the northwest sky. From the southwest,
a blanket of heather-gray inched forward, blocking what was left of the sun. Between, a thin strip of blue seemed to negotiate.
In spite of the threat, we anchored the boat and step-hopped
to the tip of the jetty, where we took a seat, unwrapped our bagels from their butcher
paper packages, and commenced our breakfast. In
front of us, eight white sails ran before the wind in an attempt to beat the
weather for an early Sunday race. Before long we heard the bleat
of an air horn and far in the distance toy
sails scurried across the mouth of the harbor.
Campers from the barrier beach behind us chatted as they paddled around
the jetty back to shore, their overloaded canoes leaning with sleeping bags and folded tents. A lone lobster boat
chuffed through the water on its way to pull traps, a life-jacketed kayaker bobbing
on his wake. Seabirds, ever present
background music, carked and screed, peeped and called in concert with
the clanking of halyards from nearby sailboats.
Often on these trips, after we swig the dregs of our coffee, we walk on the mud flats or hike on the beach, but this time, as we crumpled up our bagel wrappers, goose bumps forecast what was to come. So, we picked our way back over the granite boulders to our little boat, knowing this day would not be for gardening, blueberry picking or sailing, and sure enough before we'd tied up the boat, raindrops spattered our glasses.
It didn’t matter though.
Our visit to the harbor was long enough to give thanks for the day, the summer, the sound of the sea, and the sky.
14 comments:
Sometimes, you just have to stop and soak in the beautiful world God made. Glad you got to enjoy your bagels there.
I got to writ a blog post on the deck before the weather turned. Then it rained for the rest of the day.
However, the foghorn made up for the inconvenience of the weather.
Ah! I so enjoy these posts. I always feel like I'm there, like I'm a part of the moment. Thanks for that. :)
Madeline @ The Shellshank Redemption
I got lots of cleaning done but no sitting in the sun. And now it's back to work...
We have a long jetty like that here up in Rocland - what a lovely walk it is!
Sounds like a terrific day and as usual, lovely pictures. Now I want a bagel to go with my coffee.
This world that God made is beautiful... even when the clouds fill the sky. There is beauty in it all.
What a gorgeous day to have shared together. I am a bit envious of people who live close to water. =)
Liza
Thank you for hopping over and visiting. Visitors are so nice.
I look forward to catching many more of your photo delights!!
:)
I feel as if I've been to church. Beautiful writing. And photos :)
What a beautiful area and a lovely description of your day. It sounds perfect!
You live in a beautiful place.
It's nice of nature to give us a break we often wouldn't give ourselves. I suppose that's what I love about storms. It forces me in, to a quiet contemplative place that restores something important, something often left out when I am constantly on the go. It sounded lovely!!!
Hi Liza,
Wow, just wow! What a lovely experience. To be out there in the great outdoors, embracing the oneness.
Thank you for a thoughtful post will excellent photos.
Gary :)
I was right there with you. A lovely way to eat breakfast. Your words and the pictures speak volumes.
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