Monday, May 29, 2017

Yesterday, Tom and I decided to drive a few miles south to the Audubon-protected Scarborough salt marsh, the largest of its kind in the state. But when we pulled into the nature center's parking lot, we discovered a book sale: the center was trying to make a few bucks off a collection that had been willed to the Audubon Society by a local priest. In addition to many books about birds, the priest was interested in art, and Tom quickly acquired giant well-reproduced art tomes ($4 each) about Klee and Picasso as well as several good bird-painting books. He also found a set of amusing reprints of late-1920s naturalist ramblings about shore birds, and I found The Larousse Encyclopedia of Mythology (1968), introduced by Robert Graves. No longer will I be ignorant about the Assyro-Babylonian gods.

Eventually we did manage to go for a 5-mile walk along the Eastern Trail, a former railroad bed that cuts straight through the marsh, and we saw two kinds of egrets, several glossy ibis (hilariously misprinted as globby ibis in the Audubon handout), a pair of Wilson's warblers, and an amusing swimming cormorant. I had been hoping for harbor seals, which apparently venture into the marsh sometimes, but had to be content with birds. Plus, I found Hilary Mantel's Booker Prize-winning Bring Up the Bodies in a little free-book hut in the parking lot. Who knew that a bird-watching excursion could result in such a book haul?

Anyway, here we are, back in the doll-house, preparing for another week of wet weather. Lots of people are sick and tired of this wet spring, but I don't mind the rain. I like walking out into the gusts. I like the smell of wet pavement, and the sound of blown rain on the windows. I like the way the greens deepen and the grays shift and sway.


Ruth said...

Where ill winds blows for some, the sunshines for those who know where to look.

Ruth said...

Sun shines