Ode to Tangier

Cute little houses everywhere

Drying clothes and underwear in clean, fresh air

Citizens with strong beliefs

Waterside epicurean relief

Boats that most write off as dead

Crabs underwater, crabs how they shed overhead

(Nowhere left to place the dead.)

Boats point like arrows, dumped from their quiver

Boats on the water, boats that deliver

Boats in the yard,
Buckets on the posts

Homes just like Mathews,
Homes filled with ghosts

Floodwaters rising

Watermen barely thriving

Cute little houses everywhere

What's not to love about Tangier?

In an effort to get this blog back on track (where that track is headed, CBW's not sure nobody's really sure), and in honor of Thursday, let's share three things.  Shall we?  

1.  The above ode to Dr. Seuss Tangier Island was written in about five minutes last night after a long day at work.

2.  I need to spend some time taking new pictures here in the county this weekend.

3.   Chesapeake Bay Daughter got her braces off last week.  For the first time in two years, she can eat corn on the cob! (We get excited over seemingly small things such as this.  It's one of the benefits of living in a place like Tangier Mathews.  You make your own fun.)

Now it's your turn to please share three things.  Whatever you want.  Anything at all. If you can't think of anything, tell me three places you hope to visit in your lifetime.  Hopefully Tangier Island in the middle of the Chesapeake Bay is on that list.

Reflections

Haven Beach and the bay. 2/4/11

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),

It's always our self we find in the sea.

~e.e. cummings

Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us 

so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments 

or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers 

like the homesick refugees of a long war.

~Loren Eiseley

Why do we love the sea? 

It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.

~Robert Henri

It's Super Bowl Sunday.

The Chesapeake Bay Family will be having a seafood fiesta.

Pass the Old Bay.
Ole.
~Chesapeake Bay Woman

How will you spend the day?

A Week Or So

This is a recent sunrise on Queens Creek.

Once upon a time on Queens Creek,
A blogger took a break, for approximately a week.
Though she truly loved blogging she needed this break,
As did her two readers, for goodness sake.
While she squeezes the last bit of life from this summer,
She hopes to return fresher and hopefully not dumber.

...although she can't make any promises on that last sentence thanks to the fact that her brain cells are on the endangered species list. At last count there were only three and two of them were hanging on by a thread.

I'll be back.