Spring has come to the South Coast, although the marsh is slow to green. Egrets and other waders have made their way to to its edge, the shallows a perfect mirror.
Today I am in the studio, writing. Through the west window I see a magnificant maple, one-forth of which has turned brilliant orange. The rest remains mostly green. Other trees betray just a hint of color. Here in the valley Autumn comes late; we expect to be in full color around the 10th of October. … Continue reading Where the Tides Meet the Land