At the beach with the telephoto lens today.

These kids were performing a public service of removing the kelp from the surf before it could wash up on the beach, I guess, and piling it in a neat little pile.

It has a pleasantly slippery slimey feel. Almost as nice as piling wet sand on your bare legs.


The Daily Grind


HUMIDLANDS, NH – Morning dawned overcast and sticky in the coastal town of North Hampton, New Hampshire. More showers and thunderstorms are likely today through next week.

Hygrometer measurements show there is more water in the air than air in the air.

“It’s very humid,” said volunteer North Hampton Weather Service instrument reader Ebenezer Moyst.

But residents already know this.

“My hair has taken on a life of its own,” said resident Amy Kane.

Kane lives with her family and needy pets in a red maple swamp. The Kanes operate a thriving mosquito hatchery.

But though the wet is good for business, Kane says she’s had enough.

“I wake tangled in damp sheets, cast up out of stormy dreams onto some strange tropic shore,” said Kane. “Where am I? There is a jungle of birds shrieking outside my window.”

“The wood of our doors and windows has swollen and nothing can be opened or closed,” Kane added. “We’re stuck… in a monsoon season.”

A Special Weather Statement from the National Weather Service warns of thunderstorms with gusty winds and heavy rains today and this evening across western Maine and northern, central and southeastern New Hampshire.

Showers and thunderstorms will be capable of producing wind gusts to 45 miles per hour. Any thunderstorm could drop one to one-and-a-half inches of rain in less than an hour.

This may result in localized street flooding and an increase in alcohol consumption.

Betty Fogg, a worker at the New Hampshire State Liquor Store in North Hampton, said, “We’re taking precautions. Yesterday we doubled our order for the usual summer booze– rum, gin and vodka. The delivery truck will be in this afternoon.”

“We’re trying hard to keep up with demand,” said Fogg.

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Recipe: Dark and Stormy

2 oz Gosling’s® Black Seal rum
1 bottle ginger beer
1 slice lime



Astilbe, not to be confused with a trilby. Or a bilby.

Blooming now in shade by the front door.

How many Flowers fail in Wood —
Or perish from the Hill —
Without the privilege to know
That they are Beautiful —

How many cast a nameless Pod
Upon the nearest Breeze —
Unconscious of the Scarlet Freight —
It bear to Other Eyes —

– Emily Dickinson

Summer savor

I blew off most to-do’s yesterday, went for a walk by the ocean, lay on the deck in sun-and-clouds, finished one book and started another.

When I got too hot I came in and flopped on the cool leather couch, reading, listening to my daughter mow the lawn, and smelling the good smell of just-mown grass.

My husband was back from a three-day trip to the tropical latitudes by afternoon.

After he enjoyed some yardwork in the beautifully balmy weather, we indulged in from-the-garden strawberry daiquiris, two 1 and 1/2 lb. lobsters, sourdough rolls and salad.

Lobster_07I bought the lobsters for a pretty penny at Al’s Seafood, on Route 1.

I wondered something for the first time. “Are the lobsters in salt water? Where do you get it?”

The guy behind the counter said it was seawater. He had just gone a few miles east that morning with his truck to pump some more from our local waters.

“That’s why these lobsters are so feisty,” he said. “At grocery stores, they make their own salt water, and the lobsters are sluggish.”

As he lifted the net and the lobsters tussled, my t-shirt got splashed with fresh lobstery seawater.

An hour after dinner, in twilight, we drove to the beach for ice cream. I said, “I like how the darkness comes out from under the trees instead of the sky in summer.”

At the beach, flags were starched by an east wind– the kind of salty breeze that gives you, with a mild sunburn, a special sort of feverish chill at the end of a summer day.

We stood by the seawall and I said, “Brr! Let’s get back in the car and eat these.”

My husband said, “It’s summer in New England and it’s cold and we’re enjoying it, damn it!”

And the guy sitting on the wall near us with his wife, shivering, eating ice cream, raised a fist and said, “Yeah!”

. . .

I thought we had a lot of ice cream flavors around here. Here’s a place in Venezuela: 831 ice cream flavors – and more to come.

Summer reading: The Secret Life of Lobsters and the Lobster Blog.

My frozen strawberry daiquiris for two

Strawberry_fin_112 ice cubes
14 fresh garden strawberries
3 shots of Mount Gay
squeeze of lime
tbsp sugar

Blend until slushy. Drink!