Inside Joshua Cove...
It was a gloriously warm spring evening and we paddled out to a small island of rocks that sits about a 15 minute paddle beyond the mouth of our cove in Long Island Sound. The water was like glass as we made our way - the sun shining down, warming our shoulders - gulls overhead chattering away and the soft clank of a distant buoy joined the birds conversation. I only know this last part because the boy described it to his hearing impaired mother - he is a kind one. 💕
Heading out to Goose Rocks ... or Goose Island as it's officially called...
As we approached the cluster of rocks I wondered how we'd climb aboard but my son assured me there is a very convenient landing consisting of millions of shells that have washed ashore. Indeed there was...
For such a beautiful night, there were very few boaters out in the water. It was if we had the Sound to ourselves for a brief while. M had an eagle eye, collecting a large assortment of sea glass and shards of pottery. They say when you find pottery pieces, it's possible they are from cottages lost to storms along the coast.
The beginning of the Thimble Islands out in the distance...
After sea glass hunting and some deep breathing and admiration for the beauty around us, we paddled back to shore, worn yet rejuvenated. Kayaking in the salt air and water does that to you - tires you out and refreshes you at the same time.
Added to the beauty of the sea are the cottage gardens and wildflowers along the little roads - The island is full of spring blooms .....
Because we of the 140 or so cottages share this 300 acre "island" with a herd of cows, they occasionally escape their pasture and come calling... perhaps the grass is greener on the salty side?
*thank you to those who acknowledged their view on the previous post. Politics (and religion!) are not easy topics to discuss and it doesn't always feel safe to express opinions. While I've been trying to avoid the subject for the most part, it doesn't always feel right to just say or do nothing. There is great power in communication. And.. there's great power in the vote. Get out and vote at every opportunity - just that.
Have a good weekend, all -



















Sounds like an idyllic evening spent with your son, the sea and nature.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! There's not anything to compare with the "calling" of our children. :)
ReplyDeleteSure looks like the perfect way to spend an afternoon! And I love the 'good tired' feeling. Love the sea glass and mermaid scale. I've never found one of those! But I know we HAVE mermaids in FL...so I should hunt for one! heehee! Hugs!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful way to spend some time with your son.
ReplyDeleteI voted yesterday and proudly wore my sticker. Ran into a neighbor at the mailbox and she said "oh you actually wear that?" I replied "you don't?" She-" well I never vote." I replied "nuff said" and walked away.
ReplyDeleteStupid Stupid STUPID people. I can no longer suffer fools.
and there are soooooo many sigh
I knew I liked you at the “first word”
ReplyDeleteand now to read your son asks you to go kayak . . .
Testimony right then and there . . . who you are . . ,
What beauty . . .
Still waters . . .
Flowers . . . wild ones too . . . trails, cows, stone . . . privacy . . .
I like you girl . . .
and fell asleep reading . . .
next thing I know is that I clicked on a post
some place in CT that I want to go see.
and it is 2014, you are looking for a hutch for Harley and Cloud . . .
I left a comment . . .
Do tell . . . me more . . .
It sounds like you had a great time. The flowers are so beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThat's a great way to spend time.
ReplyDeleteI liked the photos of the cow escapees!
I sincerely and truthfully have to say that with each picture and your narrative, I felt myself calming and enjoying the 'ride'. It doesn't get any better than that. Your son is a sweetie. I'm always chuffed when my kids want to spend time with me!
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to hear how you spend your summer days at Stella.
Jane
Your photographs are extraordinary. I grew up in Connecticut and it wasn't summer if we weren't "down the beach", one of the little beach areas in Old Lyme. I miss those halcyon days.
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