Hanging on to Summer
Here we are. The great blue bowl of September skies covers us in the afternoons. The first day of this month was a great day to pile 6 adults and 2 children into the boat and take a short ride to Sidney Island for a day of sun and sand.
Never lose an opportunity of seeing
for beauty is God's handwriting
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Together we walked along the wooded trail to the walk-in campsite, then circled around to the other side of the small island, took steps back down to the beach and meandered back along the sand. Water + sticks + sand + children = unending entertainment.
Sticks and sand also provided entertainment for our son, who found this pointy-headed creature and thought he needed sunglasses.
Not even a hint of wind ruffled the tidal pools in the morning. Calm waters and perfect reflections hint at the resignation of summer's soon end. Meanwhile, we soak in the sun and delight in the thought of cooler nights.
Go out, go out, I beg of you,
and taste the beauty of the wild.
Behold the miracle of the earth
with all the wonder of a child.
Eel grass is thrown up by waves onto the beach to dry and tangle, or be caught by a rising tide and tossed back into the sea.
An indomitable blackberry plant grows from an old stump, surviving hot days with no rain.
Oh, that blue sky!
Instructions for living a life.
Tell about it.
Linking with Mosaic Monday, hosted by Maggie of Normandy Life.