We dream of idyllic summers and we remember them. This is such a summer. The days slip by from perfection to perfection. Bright skies when I need them most and rain when the earth most needs it. To choose between a woodland trail beside a lake or a rocky trail by the sea is a choice I really did not know I would have at this time of my life. The bogs and wetlands at Porters Lake Park are full of life and mystery. The sphagnum so deep I wondered fleetingly if it was quick sand in drag.
At Clam Harbour the sea side trail leads across majestic rocks and between rocks I can find crabs but in the soft warm sand I found a flying fish struggling to get back to the sea. A razor clam swiftly retrieved from my pocket provided it carriage back to deep water and provided me with a dandy soaker.
Perhaps spirea
Bunch Berry
Pitcher Plant
Pitcher Plant flower
Range Road
Clam Harbour
The flying fish rescued by a razor clam
Salmon River where I love to have lunch
