Two fishermen were at the edge of the surf, fishing for whiting. I watched as they landed several fish, each excited over the other’s catch, each carefully storing the fish
I planted a flat of pansies today, eager for spring’s splash of color in my heard. The island consists entirely of sand and oyster shells, so maintaining soil is difficult.
Sometimes I see a live starfish on the beach that has lost one of its arms, perhaps in a skirmish, perhaps because of a fishing hook. A biological station nearby