Thursday, March 29, 2012

#371: Castaway beauty

Not easily noticed,
but if you stop, 
and look closely:
 There is beauty
 in the wrack zone

twisted symmetry.
Life's wrack line is similar: 

Even tossed about,
the detritus of the wrack line
is lovely.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

#370: New Beginnings

In just two weeks we'll be greeting the Easter sunrise,
with joyful, joyful songs.
New beginnings are often small and hidden:

You have to, as my mom used to say,
'Keep your eyes peeled.'

Diminutive life, silver grey, like the fence.

But sometimes, like on Easter,
the joy is too great to keep quiet:
Only 4 inches tall, tete a tetes sing:
He is risen.

And He's coming again.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

#369: Through the Fog

Have you been to the Fog Island Cafe?
 Their southwestern cobb salad is amazing.
It's named after this fog island, aka Nantucket.
Here's a walk on Surfside Beach this morning:
 From the parking lot, through the fog...

 Past the snow fencing, through the fog...

 Can you see the water yet?

Sandblasted 'No beach driving' signs

 At the water's edge,
The air is saturated with fog,
it smells like the sea...
 Turn around, the path is barely visible.

 Only bunny tracks

 And offers of a tow

 The lichens love fog,
 as do the pines.
But not sunworshippers.
There's not a single car in the parking lot.
Wandering through the fog is a year-rounder pleasure. 

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

#368: The Improbable Forest

There's a pine forest in 'Sconset
at the bottom of these stairs:
One would expect to see something 
more like this:
Which is what you do see if you look to the left.

But instead:
Perfectly healthy pines growing on the beach.

It boggles the mind.
What makes it possible for trees to survive
in sand, storm, and salt spray?
It is the glory of God to conceal a matter;
 to search out a matter is the glory of kings. Proverbs 25:2

And the joy of beachcombers who say, hmmmm.

#367: Grey Skies, Grey Seas

Sometimes folk who summer here decide to winter over.
That's when they meet the Grey Lady.
Grey skies and sullen seas.

You have to look for color in the off-season:
Orange Lifesavers

On an empty ferry.
Even my own mother doesn't visit in the winter.

But the hens lay colorful eggs.
The little one in the middle is a 'first egg of the season'
Always a celebrated egg.

And a greenhouse grin for
a chinese cabbage harvest.
 Spring rolls for supper!
Those who winter over learn to 
appreciate God's gift of color
 wherever they find it.

Monday, March 19, 2012

#366: Brooklyn Bridge

Surprise title, no?
David and I went to NYC for a half-marathon.
He finished in 1:58:54, meeting his goal of under two hours.
The day before the race we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge:
 The towers have a cathedral majesty.

 'For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe.'

A completely unexpected sight:
 Little locks with names and dates hanging from the bridge.

 Beno and Tene, true love locked in.

City towers of steel and brick and flowerpots on the roof.
Lack of a yard is no deterrent to a true gardener.

Even the mightiest of bridges can use a little help.
Duct tape is always appropriate.

Friday, March 16, 2012

#365: A Full Year of Nantucket

This is my 365th post. 
The first post was on February 3rd, 2011.
I've missed about 40 days of daily posts,
mostly because one of my kids was using my computer.
Our baby chicks are now full grown laying hens.
Our garden has gone from seedlings to harvest
 to planting seeds again.

The island has gone through a glorious summer
and one of the mildest winters I can remember.
There was only one snowstorm worthy of shoveling:
Thanks, Victor.

And plenty of springlike days,
so many that the spring has come in March:

Usually we go right from winter to summer.
This blog will continue, every other day,
as I've started a blog for the fish market
and need some time to work on it.
My current count of pageviews is 20,610,
around 80 per day.
Thanks for dropping by!
Won't you leave a note in Comments,
so I can know who's reading this,
especially if you've been reading every day.
I promise to write a few more personal posts
 so you can get to know me too!
The ocean through an empty house in Sconset,
waiting for summer.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

#364: 3rd Annual Nantucket History Quiz Bowl

Yes folks, we have spelling bees 
and quiz bowls in the winter. 
You are so missing out on all the fun.
Question one,
who is the guy on the left?
Yes! That's my husband.
He studied all week.

Question two,
where was it held?
 In the Whaling Museum.  Due to the
large crowd, I was standing in the balcony.

 Under the Sperm Whale skeleton.
You can just see Nathaniel Philbrick at the podium,
asking the questions.

 Cheering led by Groucho Stacey.

Our properly bewigged judges, conferring.
OK, Actual questions:
1. What grocery store was on Pleasant Street before the Stop and Rob Shop?
2. During the American Revolution, who ran a smuggling operation out of her home in Quaise?
3. What is a jagging wheel?
4. What is the new name for the NRTA seasonal bus service?
5. What character from 'Moby Dick' says: 'A whaleship was my Yale and my Harvard'?

Answers:
1. Finast
2. Keziah Coffin
3. Pie crust crimper
4. The Wave
5. Ishmael

The Salt Martians won with the answer to this question:
Who was known as the hermit of Quidnet?  Fred Parker



Tuesday, March 13, 2012

#363: Nantucket Whirligigs

My eighth-grader has to
do a project for the book
'Whirligig' by Paul Fleishman.
so, devoted mom that I am, we drove all over the island
looking for whirligigs:
Where you blood pressure drops just walking in.
Wood carvers are quintessentially relaxed.
Paul McCarthy took time to show my daughter
a magic trick:
Then gave her the wood piece
 so she could show her friends.

One friend's whirligig.
Cool how the hoses seem to squirt when it spins. 

Whaling Museum.
Albert Ottison made dozens of these.

 We wandered in Sconset but there were none.
This bird is on Hooper Farm Road.
 Sharing a fence with this fisherman,
 Duck, 
And airplane.
Apparently a homeowner who longs to fly away.

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