Month: June 2017

  • Unawares


      Today the sun was in my eyes as I walked, even though I pulled the brim of my cap low over my face.  I could see a silhouette approach, but was unable to distinguish features in the glare of light.  When the person drew up before me, he spoke my name; it was a […]

  • Free for All!

    Free for All!

      How quickly the thirsty sand has soaked up the rain from last night’s storm!  I worry about the thimbleberries since they need abundant water in order to develop their fruit.  I don’t need fresh thimbleberries; however, I’m most delighted that they are free, ready for the picking.  No price per pound, no checkout, no scan […]

  • Thimbleberries


      I see thimbleberries in bloom near the state park.  Their white blossoms seem suddenly to appear, as if by magic.  When we first moved to the island, a friend brought a thimbleberry pie as dessert.  She was closed-mouth about where the berries came from.  According to her husband, she’d once shared her best picking […]

  • We Take Them With Us

    We Take Them With Us

     My father never lived to see the ocean.  He died of cancer when he was 52, his long-postponed travel plans left undone.  Sometimes when I walk on the beach, I try to see the island from his eyes, as if I were showing it to him for the first time.  These beautiful shells, this view […]

  • Watching Eyes

    Watching Eyes

      There are more ghost crabs than ever!  I see their tracks everywhere on the beach, crossing and crisscrossing as they mark their progress from hole to hole.  Sometimes they’re almost impossible to see; I think they respond to the impact of our feet on the sand, darting into tunnels strategically placed.  When I stand […]

  • After the Storm

    After the Storm

     Today we continue to recover from the storm, picking up bits of plastic and insulation blown into our yard from the construction project next door, trying to prop up plants leveled, sweeping up pine needles and pine cones brought down by the wind.  Such a mess storms bring!  I think of other types of storms—broken […]

  • Tom Loughridge Delighted Audiences with His Direction of The Time of Your Life

    Tom Loughridge Delighted Audiences with His Direction of The Time of Your Life

     Our own Tom Loughridge directed The Panhandle Players of the Forgotten Coast in the classic Pulitzer Prize winning drama The Time of Your Life, by William Saroyan, at the historic Chapman Auditorium in Apalachicola, at Hwy 98 and 12th Street on Friday and Saturday, Feb. 10 and 11 at 7:30 pm, and Sunday, Feb. 12 at 3:00 pm. An article in the Apalachicola […]

  • The Gift of Color

    The Gift of Color

     The redbud trees are in bloom on the mainland!  I tell myself I can see them across the bay, though I know that’s not really possible.  I want to see them, and so I imagine I can.  They provide a splash of spring color that my eyes soak up, as if they were pink lemonade […]

  • Patiently Waiting

    Patiently Waiting

      I watched a sandpiper this morning as he raced a ghost crab to its hole.  Patiently, patiently, he stood beside the hole long after the crab disappeared, not moving his body, absolutely still.  He waited for a long time, staring quietly at the vacant hole.  I stood and watched, awed by the sandpiper’s suspension […]

  • Synchronized


     Today I watched the dolphins corner a school of fish, leaping in small circles and capturing their prey.  Sea birds circled above them, swooping down for fish that came too close to the surface, enjoying the ‘seconds’  from the dolphins’ hunt.  They seemed to cooperate in a synchronized dance, working together in harmony as if […]