They say that fall doesn’t arrive until next week but I must tell you: it has been prowling around off-shore for a couple of weeks, sneaking in at night, probing our summer softness with chilly nights, and pushing winds into our days . My cat, Pearl, has inquired as to the whereabouts of the electric blanket.
I’ve watched the meadows age as the spartina gives up the green, turning to a straw-colored glow. There were one or two ospreys hanging around, late for their season but they have also taken the hint from nights in the 50’s. The Great Blue Herons and the Great White Egrets are still here. A sharp eye will see egrets on the far side of the inside pond above.
I’ve loved watching them take the warm early morning sun on the marsh on the near side of the island (Mordecai) above. There have been four great blues, two yellow-crowned night herons, the great whites here and there, and a Belted Kingfisher who counter-wobbles on the day marker as the wind moves it back and forth. Yesterday morniing as I watched I found myself amidst a gentle flutter-by of Monarch butterflies headed southwest. Not a cloud by any means but a steady here-and-there of singles or twos or threes, and it continued during the morning. They’re headed for Mexico. Vaya con Dios.
And what’s happening on the beach three blocks away? Well, there’s room to put your beach towel down and the ice cream vendors have left. The island cleared out after Labor Day, and the windier days haven’t helped.
Even the gulls mourn the passing of lunch on the beach, hoping here for the last potato chip.