Allow me to present to you a group of things I’ve seen this week.
We’ll start with the dawn, with the rosy-fingered Eos, coloring the day’s beginning.
A friend of mine runs a nursery. He had a sign out on the road this week, to advertise his plants. What did the sign say? “Forsythia! Sunshine on a stick!”
It’s spring. Real Spring, at last. Spring of swelling buds. Flowers-are-blooming spring. The spring of no more-frost-at-nighttime. Daffodil-time spring.
Down on the Great Ponds there are hosts of swans.
A few evenings ago I went from the Vineyard to Woods Hole, to go have dinner with some good friends. The air was so pleasant, and the sun so fine, that every step of the half mile was a pleasure. I saw delightful things on that walk.
Farther along the road, on a side street, were colors in a house door’s window.
Pie in the Sky, a favorite coffee and sandwich place in Woods Hole, has just reopened after a rebuilding project. They have a rest room now. Here is the sign on the door.
Woods Hole is a town full of creativity.
Here is a creative walkway.
There was another walkway, no longer used, that caught my eye.
Early in the week, just after dawn, I went to work at the beach.
I did my work, which was to spread ten bags of lime on the pathways. We have heard that liming will discourage the growth of poison ivy. Lime is not toxic, and chemical weed killers are, so we’re making the experiment of trying to beat back the vines with alkalinity. Four years into the experiment, we have no definitive answer. I suspect the answer is that nothing will stop poison ivy.
When I was done, I went to the beach, which is growing wider as the offshore sandbars make their annual migration back to land.
Coming back over the dunes, the shadows were strong on the marsh.
Then I heard the sound of surf and the whistling of swan’s wings.
Here’s what I saw when I turned around.