Yesterday I took a field trip to the Rachel Carson Wildlife Refuge. A simple trail through the woods and along the salt marshes, with views out to the ocean. Silence punctuated by rain drops tapping on my umbrella and by the crunching of my shoes along the path. Solitude--just me and a couple of blue herons; I didn’t meet another soul along the entire trail. A delightful day for someone who sometimes likes to be alone.
When I got back to the cottage I went to the website for the refuge and was greeted by a color photo taken on a sunny day during the peak fall foliage season. Beautiful and inviting. In contrast, here you have my photos, taken on this gray, rainy, early spring day before even a bud is visible. Beautiful, but you have to be there to receive the invitation.
I haven’t taken many field trips since I’ve been to the cottage (one to be precise, and that was to the outlets of all places). It’s not for lack of enticing destinations. It’s just that for the short time that I’m here, the view from the deck and my daily walks along the beach are field trip enough for me. I’m thinking, however, that as I create my cottage by the sea time and space at home, field trips may be of the materials.
When I got back to the cottage I went to the website for the refuge and was greeted by a color photo taken on a sunny day during the peak fall foliage season. Beautiful and inviting. In contrast, here you have my photos, taken on this gray, rainy, early spring day before even a bud is visible. Beautiful, but you have to be there to receive the invitation.
I haven’t taken many field trips since I’ve been to the cottage (one to be precise, and that was to the outlets of all places). It’s not for lack of enticing destinations. It’s just that for the short time that I’m here, the view from the deck and my daily walks along the beach are field trip enough for me. I’m thinking, however, that as I create my cottage by the sea time and space at home, field trips may be of the materials.