Previously on The Midnight Garden: After a teasing day of sunshine with temperatures solidly in the fifties, Winter staged a comeback, dare we hope, a last stand for this year. But it’s anyone’s guess how much more of the season we’ll get. Compared to many places, we had very little snow from this most recent storm…but the landscape’s white once more and it seemed like a fun idea to make a pilgrimage across town to check in with the ocean on the way to work this morning.
The ocean was a bit of a fury when I arrived, no doubt churned up by the recently passed storm still in the gulf of Maine to the north.
I always find it interesting to be at the beach in the winter, especially when the season is so very obvious, with everything dressed up in the festive icy vestments of the season.
Of course, I prefer those days of spring and fall when I can walk along the boardwalk in my tevas, sand sliding through my bare toes when I step off onto the sand. Today I was in hiking boots and the customary five or six layers of clothing.
The beach grass fronds of last summer have been blown away by winters winds and only some little clumps remain. The skeletons of beach roses and seaside goldenrod line the paths, but of the more delicate beach peas no sign remains.
Heading back through town after my beach visit, I remember that there was a witch hazel tree in front of the Chamber of Commerce office (there’s the link if you’re planning a Cape Cod vacation…), which I had enjoyed about this time last year. As you can see, I found it happily blooming, a nice counterpart to the white snow.
I know some people who are slow to warm to yellow, and I guess I can understand that: it can be an unbearably cheery color and sometimes that can be a bit much to take. Yellow is the color that walks into a room fairly singing “Good Morning, Everyone!” as folks grumble about him. But even the color cynics amongst you should be able to admit that it’s a pleasure to have a little color on an otherwise dreary landscape!
The sun struggled throughout the day, lingering clouds from the storm trying to smother our star’s best intentions. I’m happy to say that Sol mustered its forces in time to give us a big, warm (looking…it was 22!) finish at the day’s end.
You can see it’s only taken the two days of temperatures in the 20s to bring ice back to Rock Harbor.