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.
