This morning’s sky wasn’t so beckoning but yesterday’s, oh it was lovely. When I noticed several wet-suited surfers hurrying to the beach, I followed. I’ll take their lead any day; they watch the rhythms of the ocean and as much as I’m a water girl, surfing’s a whole other thing.
I’m not a part of their tribe, but an observer and appreciator – of their skills and the passion for surf that’s a fire in their soul.
I observe the water in different ways. Sometimes I like to be in it. Other times, to watch it as it comes and goes from the wet sand. Some days, it leaves puffy sea foam and other days, the beach is scattered with jellyfish. It’s usually March when the scads of jellyfish come in with the tide.
It won’t be long till wet suits are shed and the air around us closes in with humidity and tropical rainstorms are afternoon expectations.
Our yard is a sorry mess of plants burned from freezing temps and a lawn that’s somehow up and died altogether. But these little weeds are as cute as they are pesky, and as sure a sign of spring as anything else these I’ve seen these days.
(What’s your wish?)
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Jeannie Greenwald is a blogger, neighborhoods / 'go local' evangelist, hobbyist photographer, and degreed psychologist.