I'm on my own today and got bitten by the spring cleaning bug. The weather has been fantastic, sunny and in the 70s, for several days. Radishes and spinach in the raised bed are up and growing. Azaleas and camellias are in full bloom, and I decided it was time to clean up the water's edge.
I wish I had taken a "before" photo but I was in a hurry to get started and I forgot. Suffice it to say our view of the dock and water had become seriously impeded by overgrown brush and trees. It took me all morning, but look!
We have our view back.
When I started, the tide was out
and I was walking in sucky pluff mud and tall spartina grass..
I love an excuse to wear my polka dot boots!
We call this pine tree the woodpecker tree.
It's mostly dead, bark stripped, full of holes from the pair of pileated woodpeckers that nests nearby. It's really, really tall.
Can't imagine why it's still standing.
I picked up the trash that comes in on the tide as I worked.
This is many months' accumulation, so not too bad. I wonder where the work glove came from.
Hurricanes have downed trees that you can't see until you get right down by the water.
They are works of art, sculptures created by Mother Nature.
Most of our dock was taken out by a big storm.
Docks are very expensive so it won't be replaced until we decide if we are going to live here.
There is a pile of oyster shells, memories of past oyster roasts. We have an oyster bed right near the old dock but we have never harvested the oysters.
Maybe one of these days ....
I cleaned the mud off my boots and the knees of my pants (because of course I fell in the mud a couple times!), took a shower, and now I'm sitting in a chair right next to the pile of oyster shells, writing this and enjoying the much improved view.