
Glory hallelujah sunrise

Guarding Ms. Ducky
I was amused when I saw the golf cart crossing sign and two ducks waiting at the edge of the street to cross by the sign. As I approached on my bike, I realized that the little female duck was taking a bath in the puddle left over from the night's rain shower. The male duck was carefully watching over her industrious personal grooming.

Not wanting to get too close, I kept my distance but stood by for at least three minutes and they never ventured from the spot. She continued her spa treatment the whole time, without even giving me a glance. A golf course pond was very close by but she chose this tiny little puddle at the edge of the road. Wouldn't have been my choice but I'm no duck.
Finally, I moved along but was touched by what a sweet gesture the male duck was making. Now the question... is this normal behavior? Do male ducks protect their females in this fashion or am I just being anthropomorphic? I'll have to research that but the tender moment seemed real and it was one I'll cherish for a while.
Change of venue
This week I decided to go to the farmer's market in a neighboring county. The vendors set up on a square right by the beach and with a full plate for the day my plan was to combine my beach walk with a visit to the market. It is amazing that just 12 miles up the road the beach is so different from what I've become used to. It was low tide and there is still plenty of our red coquina sand just like at my local beach. With the numerous tidal pools it was reminiscent of some strange Martian landscape. Very interesting and visually stimulating topography.


Sax on the beach


It was delightful to realize that I had also captured a flock of pelicans flying close to the waves in the background, while fellow terns ignored the antics in their midst. I decided to move on before I turned from interested photographer to prurient voyeur.
Double delights
Today was a day of beach delights, as usual, but even more delights when I got back home.
At the beach even the ordinary is pleasing to me. I saw the cell phone lady (see earlier post) still talking on the phone. I laughed out loud when I saw her and she turned to give me a strange look. The winds had calmed so the ocean was not quite so wild. The sky was pure blue with some interesting streaky clouds pictured here. It was lovely, invigorating and just plain smile producing.


When I got home I was about to water the plants on my porch when I caught a glimpse of BLTs to come. Almost like visions of sugar plums dancing in your head at Christmas. I've started one tomato plant on the porch since I'm a little behind in preparing a growing bed and today I noticed the very tiniest, wee little nubbins of tomatoes. They were not even as large as marbles. Still fuzzy with new growth but there they were!
Joy is where you find it and I found it today in streaky clouds at the beach and tiny tomato nubbins at home.
Onions on the beach?


But that's not all, there were also many, many little Portuguese men-of-war washed up on the shore. See my Feb. 2009 post on these creatures. They were no larger than three to four inches but could still deliver quite a sting to the uninformed.


What a squishy beach day it turned out to be and believe me... I loved every delicious minute of it.
A two turtle day


Later I was enjoying lunch in my back yard when I noticed a cute little box turtle in the leaves, probably covered up by my yardman earlier in the day. I gently placed him on the step and went inside to find lunch for him too. Like my salad, he got French romaine, spinach and the wonderful new lettuce variety I found called salad bowl. I left him eating in private and when I checked later he had eaten the spinach and the romaine... the salad bowl lettuce was snubbed and still on the step. Little turtle was long gone. But I got to enjoy a two-turtle day, land and sand varieties, how grand is that!
Why, why, why?
One of my goals in this little blog was to not make it opinionated, not to discuss politics or religion, but to help find little things in life to be grateful for. Today I had a beach experience that just got my hackles up. For me the beach is peaceful, soul inspiring and rejuvenating in the pure rawness of the nature found there.



As an aside, the rain finally let loose. It started to pour. I had my umbrella. I wonder if her conversation got drowned out. Naw, probably not.
Cotton ball clouds

Sensational Shuttle

But today it was wonderful and reportedly NASA called this predawn launch "spectacular, picture-perfect and one of its most visually beautiful." I agree! The photo above is not one of mine, unfortunately. Imagine my disappointment when I downloaded 20 solid black images. So the above was taken from one of our local TV station's viewer photos. Thanks for sharing!


Believe me, I realize how lucky I am to be able to start my day in such a sensational way. Wow!
Easter sunrise and barking dogs


Not only did I see many of the regular morning walkers that I've missed seeing over the winter but there were two Easter sunrise services taking place on the beach about a mile apart and I was treated to the strains of some lovely hymns along the way. I also have to admit that getting back to a routine is more than comfortable. Felt like putting on an old pair of shoes. But that's another story...
Unfortunately my old shoes finally fell apart and the new ones I was wearing today though comfortable in the store and around the house proved to be less than kind to my feet after a mile or so. I finally understood the old Southern expression "my dogs are barking" because by the time I got home, I was more than happy to let my poor dogs escape from those new shoes. Pleasures in small things like taking off some hurting shoes is what makes life grand.
Bathing suit weather

The photos with this post are not exciting, actually rather ordinary, but I found that being exciting is unsustainable. Finding peace and beauty in the ordinary is actually quite fulfilling and I revel in it. White legs and all.


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