morning at the beach

4.1.20 ~ sidewalk greetings, Eastern Point Beach

Noon — is the Hinge of Day —
Evening — the Tissue Door —
Morning — the East compelling the Sill —
Till all the World is ajar —
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #1060)

4.1.20 ~ treasures in the sand

On Wednesday we went down to the beach earlier in the morning and found it less populated and more peaceful. Chilly, but wonderful! Staying connected with family and friends and even feeling better physically. Full of gratitude.

4.1.20 ~ looking east

4.1.20 ~ looking west, New London Ledge Lighthouse and Tyler House

4.1.20 ~ looking north, Zbierski House

4.1.20 ~ looking down

4.1.20 ~ specks of garnet in the sand

4.1.20 ~ solitary tree, Thames River

Spring! Back at home in my garden, the chionodoxa (glory of the snow) are out! What a cheerful greeting and welcome home. ❦

4.1.20 ~ chionodoxa popping through the mulch

2 thoughts on “morning at the beach”

Val says:

April 8, 2020 at 12:27 pm

I’m so glad you’re feeling better, Barbara. I wish I’d been there, too. Hugs.

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1. Barbara Rodgers says:
  
  April 9, 2020 at 5:35 pm
  
  Thanks, Val. I can imagine a walk on the beach with you ~ it would be so lovely. *hugs*
  
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