Fishing from shore


(Sign at Seabrook Harbor.)

You know when you are reading a book in bed and you begin to fall asleep and you are still reading but you no longer can understand what you’re reading, it’s just too full of words… content… baffling content? That’s how I feel when I read this sign.

Got my first spaghetti-strap shoulder-top sunburn of the season this afternoon while planting seedlings (lemon cucumber, habaneros, curly-leaf parsley, sugar baby watermelon, cherry tomatoes, etc) and hanging out with the 5-week-old chickens in their first foray into the backyard.

Then John and I made fresh rhubarb margaritas. That could, of course, be a factor in my lack of ability to comprehend signage.

The sun rose at 5:16 a.m. and set at 8:04 p.m. I am eyeball-dazzled by the flood tide of light. The high water mark of sunshine is just a little more than a month away.