It was just the start of an ordinary Monday.
We live on a small island, Knowles Island. There is one road on and off the island over a causeway between ours and the next island, DeLoss Island. There is one more causeway from Deloss to the mainland and a state hIghway. Although the island roads are narrow and curvy there are hardly any cars and we enjoy riding our bikes to look for birds and wildlife and soak up the views.
Right now the wildflowers along the causeways are spectacular.
The red flowers are red clover but I haven't been able to identify the others.
On our Monday bike ride, we left the pavement and rode along a logging road as far as we could, then got off and walked to the end of the trail.
Besides the downed logs, the road is made of sand under the leaves and it got very hard to pedal.
I'm still puzzling over the "litterbug" who dropped all these oyster shells in the woods. They are from a bird that perched high above in the tree to eat them.
It looks like he has been dining in this spot for quite some time.
Maybe an osprey? An eagle?
We pedaled back across the causeway at low tide,
...back past the site of one of the plantation homes of Roseland Plantation. All that is left there is a grove of live oaks hung with Spanish moss that shaded its big verandas 175 years ago.
The Writer returned to his desk, I began the laundry, a wonderful start to our day.
" I've made a promise to myself not to wait until a life-threatening or life-limiting disorder strikes to begin to treasure all of my days. Each day - regular, unremarkable days as well as the days marking memorable occasions -- is a gift. It is a chance to look around and see the world in a new way. It is a chance to accept what is and embrace whatever life brings with joy -- living with gratitude instead of self-pity, wonder instead of fear. Each day is, indeed, worth celebrating."
--From a blog I enjoy: