Yesterday was one of those sweltering July days here in New England. The humidity is what gets me, bleh. I took Frasier and Sally down to Stella in hopes of a swim, but when we arrived – the low tide was the lowest I think I’ve ever seen it.. .and believe it or not – walking all the way across the cove to the other side would only get me less than waist deep. So, only wading – no swimming. We did that anyway.
Our beachfront consists of sand and muck and seaweed, oyster and clam shells. Lots of rocks too. Water shoes are necessary to get out into the water to swim. Frasier likes the water and will walk around in it shoulder deep – Sally? Not so much. She was in my arms when I snapped the pic below and she continued to “paddle” until we were back up on the grass. Here you can see the high tide mark – the dark coloring along the stone, steps and seawall. The difference between low tide and high tide in the cove, in a matter of hours!.. is 6 feet. That’s amazing to me.
M Jr. came down for supper and went clamming to enhance the meal..
K showed up after work too and together they began our next project – clearing the many rocks that have accumulated on our little tiny beachfront so that the water can push in more sand when we want to walk out to swim or sit in a chair there. There are two oyster beds on either side of our little stretch of “beach”. That’s where we’re putting the extra rocks – they fortify the oyster beds.
While Jr. was clamming, he pulled up this little guy – whom we tossed back in the ocean after taking a few pictures… His body is about the size of the palm of your hand, so he was a BIG hermit crab.
Little Sally is getting used to cottage life too – (who remembers Blueberries for Sal? One of my favorite childrens books) She’s got salty breeze-naps perfected.
Meanwhile, back in Tr*mpland, the mysterious ties and lies deepen. I don’t even know where to begin here, so I think…. I won’t. Drip Drip Drip…..
It’s a new day, all. Let’s make it a good one – thanks for stopping by.
