Saturday. 6:28 am. Uncannily calm water. Tim and I launch the boat early.
The sun in the east shimmers behind light clouds. Granola, yogurt, hardboiled eggs and tea for breakfast. We anchor. Nap. At 9:30 we head back to the dock and pick up our passengers - our visitor from Australia along with Eldest Daughter and Husband, and a Little Miss.
A seal swims nearby. Curious. Watchful. He soon dives under the cool sea.
The sea sparkles (or "farkles" as someone says). We anchor and stern tie in Royal Cove and hike a short distance to a rocky shore. Blue water dotted with boats of all sorts - big, small, mostly white. They pass to and fro.
Open areas on the island are sere and golden. They prompt the Little Miss - "this grass is poky, Nana." We name the place "The Island of Poky Grass."
On the white midden beach she prepares dishes of Cobb Salad with Chicken for us. I line them up in a row for a photo and sadly, that stops the game. Patience, Nana.
Tiny crabs. Tinier snails. Sea anemones. Waving seaweed of emerald, red, white. Tidal pools are micro-worlds of life. It takes time to sit and watch. To pay attention. To marvel.
A gull dives down and pulls up lunch - a squirming starfish. We watch as he chews, gulps, and swallows. There is a big lump in his neck, but as he stands there, the lump slowly descends and disappears. Does the starfish wriggle yet?
The sun glares down. Heat shimmers on the land. Sea breezes cool. Treasures are captured by camera and left to delight another passerby. We return to the boat for lunch, followed by naps and reading.
Linking to Mosaic Monday, hosted by Judith of Lavender Cottage Gardening.