It is the time of the southwest wind, with warm gusts causing everything on this island to move and dance: the grasses, now feet-high, the arrowwood viburnum frothy blooms and leaves, the undersides of the fox grape vines.
The birds array themselves into the wind, the great black backed gulls serene and the others catching a thermal to soar along the bluff. The bank swallows tumble and dart through the gusts to snatch their insect prey.
These winds bring humidity and fog banks which hug the shore and obscure the rising of June’s Strawberry Moon. The stands of milkweed pinkish globes sway, glinting at hopes of monarch butterflies to come.
Big open vistas frame the clouds rushing by, with cumulus mountains and stratus strands. How can the summer already be ripening, with rose hips on the Rosa rugosa?
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| Arrowwood, Viburnum Dentatum |
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| Osprey over Road to Coskata |
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| Least Tern over Coskata |
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| Oystercatcher at Coskata |
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| Looking to the ocean from Head of the Harbor |
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