Saturday... and Hurricane Bill had sent Long Island some major surf. The air was full of spray; huge breakers roaring into shore. (I could hear them, like an express train, from my house, right across the bay.) Waves like this one would suddenly break the pattern, and rush right up the beach. I wasn't convinced about the brain power of some of the parents who were letting their children paddle--some without close supervision.n English gardener, who takes a lot of photos, visits many places, listens to lots of music, reads a lot of books, who has wandered the earth but is currently dug in in Sacramento, California. On this blog: gardening and wildlife. Life in Northern California, and an archive of postings from Long Island's southern shore, amid the wetlands... restoring house and garden. And the most beautiful sunrises...
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Bill's waving to us!
Saturday... and Hurricane Bill had sent Long Island some major surf. The air was full of spray; huge breakers roaring into shore. (I could hear them, like an express train, from my house, right across the bay.) Waves like this one would suddenly break the pattern, and rush right up the beach. I wasn't convinced about the brain power of some of the parents who were letting their children paddle--some without close supervision.



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