Silver sunrise

Another beautiful sunrise. The swans were silver, reflected on a mirror-bay.

If you still think mute swans are silent, come and hear them chattering early in the morning as they breakfast in the shallows.

A few days ago

... it was calm and sunny and just-like-this. It is not like this right now!

Muffin is a basket case

She is telling us winter is here--it's the only time she sleeps in her basket. And yes Jade, she DOES fit!

Park Drive gingerbread

Over the past year, several of the houses on Park Drive have become homes to young people who seem to be spending all of their weekends and evenings making their homes nicer places to be, carpentry and yardwork and everything else. And now as winter draws in, Park Drive is lit up with pretty lights as old and new homeowners add their decorations.

It is like a street of gingerbread houses!

And it goes to show that everyone doing their bit in their own small corner makes a huge difference to the community.

Now I must go out and find some new lights for the front yard... and replace the polar bear who lost his head last winter!

Sunrise House

I have decided to give my house a name.

It is now "Sunrise House", because no matter what the season, no matter the weather, the sunrise is always amazing. From the first hint of light through the silver and turquoise and orange and pink to the burning orb reflected on the water.

Just beautiful.

Mastic Beach Christmas Tree and Menorah lighting!

Sponsored by the MBPOA (Mastic Beach Property Owner's Association): the Christmas Tree will be lit on December 5th at 5 p.m, at the Gazebo on Neighborhood Road. Santa will be there! Bring the children!

Sunday morning, very early

Been awake since silly o'clock; possibly the flights (though I don't believe in jet lag), possibly the (too-many) diet Pepsis drunk in an attempt to quench a raging thirst (bet that came from the plane). Sky turning from dark star-studded to peach. The bay is turquoise. It is going to be a beautiful day.

Busy days

Looking outside, I think it is late March rather than mid-November. The sky is blue, the birds are singing happily, and all signs of last week's nor'easter have faded (about 48 hours of non-stop high winds, very high tides, and some rain led to huge puddles and floating garbage cans, but it's all back-to-normal now).

Plants are confused. The bulbs I planted deep in the window boxes are already showing green, as are those in the big containers. Baby crocosmia have sprouted from this year's seeds already. New green grass is growing at the roadside. It's all in for a nasty shock... but we're enjoying the mild autumn while we can.

Yesterday evening, we witnessed a beautiful, wow! sunset over the mirror-calm bay. Smith Point was hidden by a bank of mist, and it was as if the water went on forever.