Coquina was bored. We were in the house just lying around. I was bored, too. So we went for a walk. There’s always something to see on a walk, always a thought inspired, always the blood and mind to be stirred by the mere fact that you’ve gone outside and gotten light and fresh air.
We set off on one of our usual routes — through the woods, past the public gardens (which are public for humans but not for dogs so we don’t go there), down a road, to the intersection with the bike path, where we cross and go to the beach.
On the beach was a semi-random mandala of stone and shell, plant and feather.
There is a man who frequently walks this section of beach. Sometimes he swims, sometimes he collects stone and shell, plant and feather, and often he makes constructions from what he finds. This is his most recent creation.
Farther along, the stub of an old utility pole protrudes from the sand. What is now wet sand was once dry earth. This old pole ran along the railroad right of way that terminates in Woods Hole. In the last years, sea level has risen, the shore has retreated, and the utility line had to be abandoned and a new one built on the other, landward, side of the old tracks, which are now are home to a bicycle and pedestrian pathway.
Rising seas mean armored coastline, and riprap. Riprap. What a word. It means loose rock that is placed at the shore to delay or prevent erosion. Here, riprap protects the bike path. Here someone has collected limulus — horseshoe crab — shells, and piled them in the nooks in the rocks.
Of course Coquina was curious!
Coquina is a “people” dog. While I was curious about this polestub rockstack construction, her attention was caught by a pair of strollers on the path above.
In the cobbles were rosettes of horn poppy. It’s one of my favorite seaside plants, even though some consider it invasive. The flowers are yellow, and it’s a rare treat in the spring to find patches of these poppies in bloom. Their seed pods are long, and you can guess what they look like…
We left the beach, and just on to the path back to the woods stopped to consider a relic. I liked it because it has an “H” in it. Coquina didn’t care… There’s no “H” in her name name.
Through the woods we went, past home.
And then we went a little bit beyond home, where we found some roadside oddities.
Nestled in the ground cover was a large cobble of pink granite.
The stone is simply painted, to look like something it is not.
It sure is cute though…
This cobble’s life as a creature may last a few decades, but in the life of the cobble will be but an eyeblink or less.
It takes a long time to go from mountain to grain of sand.
But it only took us three minutes to turn around and go back home.