Nov 17, 201110:25 AM
Exploring the Beauty of Our Own Back Yard
An Ode to Sampson's
The last time we made it off the “mainland” out to Sampson’s Island, there was categorically something permeating the air that seemed to signal the inevitable shift from Summer to Autumn. And, the clusters of local families whose chronicles we’d grown accustomed to hearkening throughout the summer, had abandoned the shell-laden parcels they’d staked claim to, disbursing before the crispness blew in off the Sound.
Fond of the plummeting temperature, I decided to continue to prescribe the restorative powers that our preferred playground – which, as a pristine example of largely undisturbed beach and vegetation, offers organic spoils such as tidal flats and salt marshes – as a remedy for the end-of-summer-blues my children seemed to be expressing.
My son, who, over the course of the spring and summer had honed his fishing prowess, was growing fearsome at the prospect of tucking his tackle box away.
And, my daughter who was but slip of a baby back in May, now carted around a basket full of beach toys wherever she went – and although in the confines of her fleece jacket, continued to coat herself in sun block.
Prowling the aisle ways of the barrier beach island with Summer slipping through my fingers, I can’t help but invite the transformation of time; I can’t help but admire the magnificent nesting colonies of water birds the Sanctuary serves as refuge to.
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