Have spent much of the last month on beautiful beaches that aren’t mine.
Mountain ringed BC lakes like mirrors and, most recently, those endless and magnificent PEI ones made of solitude, red sand, stone cliffs, cormorants and washed up lobster traps.
Now I’m back home.
And where I live the beach has no red sand and the cliffs are more cute than seriously cliffy. Sometimes there’s solitude, sometimes dogs chasing sticks in the surf, families and picnics and the smacking lips of lovers, people who have happily found another who likes ‘long walks on the beach at sunset’. The cormorants are sea gulls and hang around the chip truck. Beach litter runs more to Timmy cups than lobster traps.
Do I look like I care?
Saw a monarch that was caught in the splash of a wave, one wing pinned under a tiny pebble. I saw it as I walked past looking for beach glass, assumed it was dead but reached down anyway and moved the pebble… and the wings fluttered. I let it climb onto my hand and it stayed there drying in the sun until a group of young girls noticed and squealed about a butterfly on that lady’s hand!! and came running over to touch it. Better not to, I told them. It’s already had enough excitement and has to fly to Mexico when it catches its breath. They were that age where their eyes go all bright when you tell them about insects and Mexico and as their hands went down to their sides I saw that they suddenly wanted less to touch it then than to hope for its safe journey.
The winged thing climbed up my arm as I continued along the beach and I worried it would fall off and be trampled on the sand before it dried, so decided to introduce it to a stand of milkweed where it happily fluttered off my sleeve and onto a nearby shrub to check its GPS.
4 thoughts on “home beach (with red sand still between my toes)”
Wow, you’ve been at both ends of the country. It’s nice to be home, though, isn’t it?
I always love your photos.
I was expecting to be all gloomy at the sight of my not-red-sand-beach but, nope, it was a tonic in ways I hadn’t imagined. There’s magic in ‘home’…
A butterfly saved because you happened to walk by! And how lovely that the girls’ wish to touch was overcome by empathy.
I know. That was so sweet, and a surprise. I thought they’d be upset when I said not to touch its wings. They weren’t. All compassion and understanding. If ever we doubt the human species we only have to look at children and wonder what happened to us as we grew up.