Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them. ~A.A. Milne
Dirt Man and I hiked a trail at Back Bay today and returned via the beach. It is off season so pets are allowed. Wylie was thrilled to be allowed to accompany us. For some reason I seemed to be focused on weeds today. Through many of our hikes, Dirt Man has pointed out weeds and declared some of them to be invasive or a nuisance. I always seem to try to correlate nature with human relationships. I started thinking about how we can be intrusive or invasive into the lives of others, especially in the lives of those we love. Each of us has probably felt that our parents have behaved in this manner at one time or another. And if you have children, you have probably stepped over the boundary a time or two, not out of nosiness but purely out of concern. We always want what is best for the people we love, and we seem to think we know better than they do.
This looks like Cousin It to me, but Dirt Man swears it’s called Weeping Love Grass. I tend to trust his knowledge more than mine, and as far as I know the Adams haven’t put out a missing persons bulletin for Cousin It.
Grasses, weeds, and reeds overwhelm the marsh areas. They offer a layer of protection for duck and other waterfowl. Often things in life that appear to be a nuisance do offer some sort of comfort on other levels whether we like to admit it or not. I suppose the question is whether the comfort outweighs the annoyance.
These cattails appears to be sloughing their velvet coating which I assume distributes its seeds. Cattails are must be restrained as they can easily grow out of control. They are fast growing and invasive. However, they are also considered the most useful emergency food source. Personally, I’ve always held a special affection for cattails. The deep earthy brown tone and the velvet smooth surface stuck on the end of a reed with sharp crisp grassy leaves has always held my attention. I find it one of the most beautiful yet complex plants in the marsh areas. And really, maybe it just stills my heart because it is native to the soapstone quarries where I grew up.
Whether we decide our “weeds” to be irritants or security, it will all reflect back on us. We will see its value in how we live.
As always in the most common of all things, beauty shines. It reaches out and pulls us in. We all want to be a part of it. Though many consider the reeds and grasses to be pests, they also have the ability to be harvested for food and fiber if needed. There is potential in almost everything; the choice is in how we use them.
I’m not sure if these are snow geese or swans in the background. They were too far away to get a good visual. Dirt Man wasn’t wearing his glasses, and you all know I can’t see jack crap. Still, we were soaking in all we could see. What we couldn’t see wasn’t all that important because we could feel the moment. A soft wind carressed us and a trickle of sunshine warmed us while we listened to the many calls of the various waterfowl.
I took one last lovely shot of the marshlands before we veered onto the beach access.
Seeing the wave formation across the sand dunes really helped me understand how some of those mountains we hiked out West were created through time and weather. It looks lonely yet content and hopeful.
While the dunes appear to be a barren wasteland, it thrives with vegetation. Even when we lack abundance, we still seem to get all that we need.
Sea grass and a feather constitute the simple debris that has washed upon the shore. These appear to be cast offs, trash, un-needed items, yet they might just become part of a nest or something equally useful.
Wylie patiently waits for us to finish picnicing and takes a little rest before heading down to play on the beach. She appears to be absorbing the moment through all of her senses, though her nose usually rules.
Though it was cloudy, the temperature was perfect, about 65. It wasn’t overly bright and sunny and there was a gentle breeze, not too chilly. The roar of the ocean and crashing of the waves reminded us that we were not alone, though we had not seen a soul for the first four miles of our hike. The solitude was heavenly, fabulous thinking atmosphere.
This was the last beach scene before heading back through the dunes to the parking lot and into the real world again. I love the composition of wood, sand, water, and sky all in one picture. We walked in awe of all of the power surrounding us, and still we felt we somehow fit into this picture.
I love the texture of the ripples across the sand and the waves in the sand dune. I am always amazed that vegetation can flourish in the sand. It reminds me that even in my times of drought, I can survive.
Earth and sky join hands on the last dune as we end our hike.
What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, Fortune of the Republic, 1878