Oh Cape Cod how you continue to charm me.
Each time I cross your shores I'm enchanted by the salty winds, the calming pace, the laughing gulls and boy.
May I have been brined by your waters that I might carry you home on memories and cockle shells.
Memories. Of ferry rides and loaded transport: a clamorous rally of motorcycles.
Martha's Vineyard- different than remembered, but curious nevertheless.
A father still teaching his 34 year old daughter; now educated about the lay of a dory motor.
A grandfather teaching his 3 year old grandson the first strokes- building blocks for navigating rip tides- independently, eventually...
Bear, does the sea thrill you as it does me? Are you learning to embrace its every flow right down to its sandy soul?
The herring runs, a clanging buoy, the shovel hitting the pail. Remember them all Bear
just as I can recall childhood clambakes, a Hyannis honeymoon, your first trip across the Bourne Bridge and now
our final portrait of 3.
Dear Cape, I carry these memories carefully, delicately home until we 4 return to you again.
Can you guess? It was a wonderful vacation! I am almost back to reality here in cozy Vermont and within a day or two I'll be back to phone calls, e-mails and blog hopping. Lots of love!