On this “wicked” hot day in July, I’d like to reflect back to late March.  Remember the cold LONG spring we experienced?  I promised then that I would never complain about the heat when summer finally came and I’m not, just remembering.  Back in March, I walked more, not so busy I guess.  My favorite is always the trail down to the beach at Laudholm farm.  Not many folks were walking then, but when there were, we’d meet masked up and nod at each other.  It was quiet, a serene place to listen and smell nature.  A place I could hear my own voice.

As the spring became summer I have been watching the change in the colors and the landscapes.  The picture painted here was taken in March but not painted till recently.  I am continuing taking pictures that I will turn into paintings to conical the seasons.  I love this marsh, just before you get to the road that takes you to Drakes Island and the beach.  The wildlife, the birds the smells and the sounds.  I’ve watched the ducks and the Canadian geese find nests for their young, hatch them and move them down river.  I watch the Terns swoop and fish for Minos.  I heard the peepers, watched the butterflies and dragonflies flutter and zoom round.  I’ve seen the mice, moles chipmunks and rabbits so tame you can almost pet them.  I’ve watched and smelled the different flowers bloom and my favorite the rose hips flower and turn to fruit.  It’s all so amazing and all done without any help from humans.

On the few times I have walked with others down to the beach on this path they comment on where certain things are placed.  They notice the setting like where a log is placed as it peeks up from the water, what is growing where and how certain colored rocks stick up and are situated.  They say “I bet Laudholm put them there, looks too perfect”, like man can make better choices than nature.   REALLY???