For the first time this year, a biting fly nipped me on the leg while I was walking on the beach. These flies are particularly malicious, masquerading as common house flies, but able to deliver a nasty bite. Their clever “house fly” disguise makes them seem innocuous, but beach walkers quickly and painfully learn of their potency and their refusal to surrender. I try to splash them with water, brush then away, or repel them with topical sprays, but they refuse to leave. My husband carries a fly swatter with him, though the impact on bare skin hurts as much as the bite. I suppose it’s the disguise that bothers me most, the ordinary appearance as though there’s nothing unusual. I think of other things that come into my life cleverly disguised as harmless, but dangerous and painful, temptations that first appear as simple choices. Forgive me, Father, when I succumb to temptation clothed in pretty costume, and please help me recognize and repel all that would injure my faith and my soul. Amen.
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.
The weather is turning cooler now, as autumn has muted the island colors. What was once bright green is now gold, caught in the moment between 14-karat luster and nondescript
This morning I found a perfect sand dollar on the beach, whole and unblemished. Such finds are rare for me, because waves can be brutal and crush the fragile