The “crew” sets off for the weekly walk.
Coquina frequently looks at who she’s with.
It’s endearing to have a dog who maintains eye contact with a person.
I look to my right, and am distracted by a spruce tree in bloom.
When I look again, they are gone.
What a beautiful oak tree!
Down here, near the ocean, the wind blows a lot.
Trees grow twisty and gnarly.
It stays cool down here in the spring, cooler than other places on the Island. The Atlantic is still cold, the wind off the water refrigerates all of this south shore area. Spring growth can be slow to show.
Oak buds here are just breaking dormancy, so you can still see the structure of trunk and branch and twig.
I move along the trail, looking for the people and dogs who have gone ahead.
The path heads through an old woods pasture studded with veteran white oak trees.
Close to the ground, the huckleberry understory has burst into leaf, creating a luscious stratum of green.
The trail turns, and in the distance I can see them.
They’re headed towards the fields at the end of the point.
They don’t wait for me.
I’m too distractible.
Christine and Christa converse.
Coquina and Okini cavort.
We reach the fields and again I am distracted…
Here are the fields, the pond, open sky, pasture oak trees, and great patches of sorrel in full, red bloom.