Our sun room faces south, with windows open to the east and west.  Each morning, as we read the newspaper, we draw shades on those windows whose glare makes reading difficult.  Slowly as the...

 A high tide swept water up the beach, creating an extended inland pool.  Small fish were washed into it, enjoying its warmth and refuge from larger fish.  But this morning, the access to the...

Early one morning recently, I heard a collection of birds outside my window, each of them calling, one after the other.  I was able to trace the sound to a tree near my window...

I watch the small seabirds run in the waves at the water’s edge, stopping to dig their beaks in the sand for small bits of food.  How ideally suited they are for their life...

 I saw a photograph of the island taken from a plane.  How tiny it looks!  The beach is a white ribbon, the trees a narrow band of green dotted with homes, and the bay...

I walked early this morning, just after first light had touched the island.  On the wooden walk over the dune, I saw tiny dewdrops suspended at the tip of each sea oats blade.  How...

I saw an oystercatcher today, a large bird that inhabits tidal flats.  A friend bought me a dish in a local gift shop with an oystercatcher painted on it, and insisted that we had...

An osprey circled over me on the beach this morning. His wings were spread in a wide span, his eyes unblinking, his attention entirely focused on the water below. Tightly coiling in the blue...

Last night the wind blew so hard it battered my bamboo wind chimes, scattering bamboo lengths all over the yard below.  I thought during the night I could hear the jumbled sounds, but blithely...

This morning the high waves swirled seaweed around my feet, leaving small stands on my feet and legs.  It washes up on shore in piles that resemble cut grass, capturing small shells and bits...