March morning on dewy path to the beach I hear a great flutter of grouse wing underneath the fragrant firs. Both startled, I smile and take in the wild blueberry bushes, scented bayberry and shrivelled rose hips still hanging on along the trail. Flattened seagrass and driftwood appear closer to shore. The beautiful sea all ultramarine, emerald grey and amber under cloudy skies. Feel the sand shift under my shiny red boots. March is cold in the Maritimes! Every pottery shard find is a gift from the sea. I like the blue ones best. It's the little things. Breathing deeply, I seek the reliable horizon and let the salt air rejuvenate. Spring is coming. Happy Ostara to all! AXO |
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