Where we love is home,
Home that our feet may leave,

but not our hearts.
~Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

It's all changing! I don't mean it in a bad way but I am having trouble finding a parking space for my car. It's high season and little kids are screaming with joy, and the wake from all of the big boats is smashing against the seawall.

      There are stories and speculation surrounding a certain brood of ducks. We have a squadron of 10,,9,,or 8,,,,depending on when and where you see them,,,,,,the thing is that there appears to be (two) mothers working in tandem to take care of this little group. We have never seen this behavior before.  We (the skeptical), are still trying to sort all of this out? 

 

The male ducks suffer this time of year as they cruise and cruise looking for that special someone in their duck life. Actually they are non discriminating, hopeful, opportunists!

 

     We now have a few boats tied up in the front yard which is comforting. There is however always major tension at the nearby boat ramp. If  you are a boater you know the truth,,, putting your boat in for the first time in the season usually coincides with swearing season. It's a stressful time that can only be washed away by the glorious floating feeling you get when it's all over.

 

The bay is a beautiful place to sail. All of the sail boaters are stretching their wings and testing their rigging for the season. They don't realize that they are also providing the show for all of us who are lucky enough to live on the bay.

Rejoice in the things that are present; all else is beyond thee.  ~Montaigne

Comments

[Dorothy Cunningham]

So poetic and beautiful...very lovely...