Conservancy OutLook Listen & Learn
These September afternoons have been stellar.
Cloudless sky has me lost in blue, rays of light glint off a spinnaker rippling in gusts at Race Point then bounce back curling in the waves of Queen Anne’s lace swaying here.
The choir of Crickets!
The “bizzzz” of Bumblebee, the “whizzz” of Dragonfly the sigh of Government Bell bouy…..
Wild Firewheels with radiant petals nestle the shifting shadows of autumn.
Come.
Sit on the Parade Grounds.
Nature marches forth here.