Coming on the heels of Irene I was apprehensive about Hurricane Katia. Fortunately, she turned well out into the North Atlantic but not without disturbing the surf. Early that morning I was sitting out on the covered porch, enjoying a coffee amidst now-and-then showers. But the wind was coming from the beach and I could hear the waves pounding. Enough with the coffee! Off to the beach to observe Katia’s tail wagging.
Evidence of what could have been was abundant.
But the day had promise, later fullfilled, as witness the dune grass and a rain-dropped Rosa Rugosa with Bayberry background as I left the beach.