There was a cool breeze, but no snow. Mid February and no snow on the ground. The good news is that there is also no ice. No dangerous conditions to walk down my street to the marsh. The vastness of the marsh and the Little River is a powerful tool to relax, breathe and be in nature.
Quiet this time of year. Few birds, one red squirrel and one loud raven alarming all the Blue Jays in the Universe to "Be Alert For Danger Right Now."
I spot at White River's Bridge. The tide is running low. I am alone. It is quiet.
I love living near a marsh. I have learned to live with ticks, mosquitos, and hunters. I still get angry at the people who don't respect the area. The dump out their cigarettes', beer bottles and Dunkin Coffee Cups.
I want to put up a sign "THIS IS NATURE...NOT YOUR WASTE BASKET." "TAKE YOU JUNK HOME WITH YOU" or "WOULD YOU JUNK UP YOUR BACKYARD?"
But I don't make signs, the signs would junk up the marsh. So, I try to remember to bring a bag, and pick up their mess.
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