Sand

Aside from the Ocean, the obvious main ingredient of this long beach is sand.  Unlike the mostly barnacle covered rocky beaches of the Puget Sound, near home, this beach is sandy, miles… of fine tan-grey colored sand.  Depending on the tide there is about twenty to one hundred yards of beach from the edge of the grass-covered dunes to the changing ocean line.  Here the ocean licks the sand, packing it into a high-speed surface, making for a smooth run near the edge.  Or where as Sarrah preferred it, sand piled loosely by the wind, storms and high tides up against the dunes where the grass grows and waves like wheat fields; catching the blowing sand into thick, fluffy unstable drifts for jumping and plowing through.

Sand is magical; it brings out playfulness in a dog, youth in the old and delight in a kid.  Sand does not care how careful you are, it will get into everything.  These little bits of ancient rock ground in the waves, spread by the wind, over time will get between your toes and everywhere else.  Sarrah loved it!  She did her part to share it.  It seemed no matter how well I wiped her feet, she somehow smuggled some in.

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Salted Air

Sarrah seemed to have an affinity for salted air, in all of its forms: warm and strong, crisp and bright, cold and damp or even the bone soaking kind driven by wind.  She led me to find and appreciate the less popular versions of marine air, which are highly addictive and ultimately better.

Perspective

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Aside from the Ocean, the obvious main ingredient of this beach is Sand.  Unlike the mostly barnacle covered rocky beaches of the Puget Sound, near home, the Long Beach Peninsula is sandy, miles… of fine tan colored sand.  Depending on the tide there is about twenty to one hundred yards of beach from the edge of the grass-covered dunes to the changing ocean line.  Here the ocean licks the sand, packing it into a high-speed surface, making for a smooth run near the edge.  Or where as Sarrah preferred it, sand piled loosely by the wind, storms and high tides up against the dunes where the grass grows and waves like wheat fields; catching the blowing sand into thick, fluffy unstable drifts for jumping and plowing through.

Sand is magical; it brings out playfulness in a dog, youth in the old and delight in a kid.  Sand does not care how careful you are, it will get into everything.  These little bits of ancient rock ground in the waves, spread by the wind, over time will get between your toes and everywhere else.  Sarrah loved it!  She did her part to share it.  It seemed no matter how well I wiped her feet, she somehow smuggled some in.

Autumn Memories…

Gradually the party is over, so our sun tells us.  The days get shorter… crisp evening air blows in to bite again as it clouds warm breath.  The bees hide, birds start to disappear, squirrels get busier and spiders decorate breezeways.  This time of year is much quieter, as kids have school and other things to do reducing outdoor chaos in turn letting other senses take over.  Slower moments of these shrinking days allow for quiet reflection and observation.  Silently the annual bright green colors burn, rust and fall.

Walking amongst these yards displayed an assortment of new fun, as mine primarily has just lawn, bamboo, shrubs and dwarf trees.  Several of the neighboring properties have huge leaf dropping trees.  These giants of Maple, Oak and others drop their debris into piles on the lawns, sidewalks and streets.  Sarrah delighted in the dry windswept gatherings of these leaves.  She dove into piles and rustled them back into the wind.  The crunch and flight of the red, orange, yellow and brown crackling confetti appealed to her sense of mischief and play.  The little kook made me laugh, every time.  The smells of autumn change as well.  While outside you notice chimneys, awakening to smoke.  These puffy grey and white plumes linger and scent the air.  Sarrah gave Alder smoke a deeper sniff, she must have liked it.

Thanks to Sarrah my view on autumn changed toward a greater appreciation for this time of our year, instead of viewing it as the end of summer, enjoying this slower paced colorful season for its own unique moments.