I love when, in the night, I can hear the waves crashing on the beach, from my bed….
And if I wander outside, it’s louder….clearer.
This usually starts happening in November, and it’s happening now.
The poet Robinson Jeffers wrote a poem about it. He lived in Carmel and built his home with rocks from the sea. It’s called Tor House. Google him, or his house. Here’s the poem.
“Some lucky day each November great waves awake and are drawn
Like smoking mountains bright from the rest
And come and cover the cliff with white violent cleanness: then suddenly
The old granite forgets half a years filth:
The orange peal, eggshells, paper, pieces of clothing, the clots
Of dung in corners of the rock, and used
Sheaths that make light love safe in the evenings: all the droppings of the summer
Idlers washed off in a winter ecstasy:
I think this cumbered continent envies it’s cliffs then…But all seasons
The earth in her childlike prophetic sleep,
Keeps dreaming of the bath of a storm that prepares up the long coast
Of the future to scour more than her sea-lines:
The cities gone down, the people fewer and the hawks more numerous,
The rivers mouth To source pure; when the two footed
Mammal, being someways one of the nobler animals, regains
The dignity of room, the value of rareness.”
Anyway, the beach….with my Blue Sky…
I pick up sea glass. I can’t help myself. I gave away pounds of it when I went Wandering, and now I’m collecting it again at the beach we walk most frequently.
Do you see it there in the sand?
My small collection from our last trip there.
Added to my bowl ( thank you Laura), of the collection since I came back to the home place.
A misty morning.
Busy little birds!
Lots of Blue….
A different place. This is Asilomar State Beach in Pacific Grove, not too far from where Jason and Mandy got married.
And it’s where Blue Sky first put his feet in the Pacific Ocean, on November 1. Not so scary there in the tide pool like area.
Back at our beach…Joy and Shilohs beach…we are faced with this sign as we cross the sand dunes. And this…
Hopefully it helps with the problem of the dung Jeffers refers to!
It’s up near the recreation trail…
Lots of fall color in the sand dunes…
I’m glad to be home. Good to be here. “Good to be anywhere”, as Keith Richards often says.
I’ve made a little memorial for Joy and Shiloh in the back yard…
Thank you to Mary for those memory stones.
Oh and one more thing to show you…Blue Sky dressed up for Halloween 🎃.
Talking to the big dog at Pet Smart!
Watching for trick-or-treaters! He had a great time on 🎃!