A couple of generous friends introduced me to one of their favorite secret walks in the sand dunes on the coast of Massachusetts. I had never seen anything like these sandy hills full of scrub oak and pine and blossoms and mosses and all sorts of mysterious vegetation. Of a stunning beauty.
And because it had been raining hard, everything was blooming or just beginning to leaf out. I was surprised at how vibrant and colorful this quiet, hidden place actually was. Lots of fresh new poison ivy too.
How delicate the baby oak leaves.
I went back the next morning with my camera; the fog-shrouded dunes looked even more alluring. Tiny creatures were burrowing into the rain-pocked sand.
I got a bit lost but how lost can anyone get when you can hear the ocean pounding the shoreline? Well, very, if you are me. Somehow the fog turned me around several times, the paths are blurry and indistinct in places, gone altogether in others, but it only meant that I stumbled on a few more lovely features of this landscape, including some bogs and marshes.
What follows is a mostly un-captioned photo spill from my walk--perhaps a friendly reader will fill us in on what's what.
At least I recognize the beloved sassafras.
It would be nice to take this walk with a scientifically-inclined sort of person. If I had the names of plants then I might also get their stories, too. So, with apologies; but how could I resist sharing all this? (And I will spare you my increasingly deranged obsession with the many deflated balloons tangled, half-buried in the dunes....for now, anyway.)