I’m on a little getaway with the boo so I’m probably going to keep pretty quiet on the blog front for the next few days. I kept a count in my mind of what I found yesterday, but fell asleep (this time during “Shark Week”–hoorah for airbnb cable!!) before I could jot it down. So a day late:
Boston:
Even more tiger swallowtails, gliding from one hydrangea to the next.
Gloucester:
Cormorants, three deep. “Hunters,” said Matt.
A million gulls. We kept thinking that we were hearing abandoned kids or fighting drunks but, in all but one occasion outside the police station, they were always birds, crying and calling and moaning in that weird, gullish way.
Plenty of common milkweed in parking lots and front yards. Not a monarch to be seen, but plenty of bright orange aphids.
A deer just standing around in the tree trunks on the outskirts of town.
Clam shells everywhere.
Mussels and clams IN MY FACE at the best seafood joint in town, Causeway. Mmm.
A crazy story from Mike, the guy sitting next to us at Causeway, about a right whale in the Marblehead cove that sidles his backyard. The whale was his neighbor for a week.
Also other stuff having little to do with things nonhuman, like the iconic sculpture of the Gloucester fisherman and his eyes that make me want to cry and also make me want to live better and also make me want to write more poems and Finally finish Moby Dick.
See you in a few days!
Spokes & Petals 