Delights: November 12 to 18

November 12: After class, my yoga teacher recounted the thrill of her son’s Bar Mitzvah a few days earlier. So much to learn, so much to plan, so much life-affirming energy to give and receive. As the evening drew to a close, she said, she was ready for bed. And there was her son in the center of a joyous group, yawning broadly, and still spinning his wheelchair in the tight happy circles of someone who wanted his special evening to last forever. 

A sunflower bouquet from a very kind friend.

November 13: Wind! Along the southern tip of Assateague Island, Kevin and I watched as ocean spume reached higher than the sand dunes, like a momentary cloud uncertain whether to advance or retreat. Wind scoured the beach to reveal a subsurface the color and density of coal. Wind made rivulets in the dunes and flung crystals into our eyes. We were awed by the commotion. A seagull, however, took a milder approach: she slanted into the wind and let it carry her sideways far out into the surf.

A sunflower bouquet from a very kind friend.

November 14: Walking through the little town of Chincoteague, I turned down a narrow unpaved lane partially shaded in orange and red. Hardly more than a path, the lane held a handful of small sagging bungalows clinging to a creek so straight and still that even its grasses didn’t breathe. In the overgrown patches between the homes sat tiny cabins with cheerfully painted porches. The road, the homes, the creek, the porches — everything in miniature, with a big big heart. I am so glad it invited me in.

November 15: I explored Chincoteague Island on foot for over three hours yesterday and traveled much farther than seven miles. Here was a century-old fire engine emerging from the woods where, elsewhere, a World War I cannon might be. There was a burial mound, bristling with trees, that guarded five or six fallen graves, the most recent 125 years old…. 

Here was a long-closed restaurant with posters announcing the 1993 Chincoteague Pony Swim. There was an oyster-lined stand of conch shells, $3 each, on the honor system. And here, to my astonishment, was the tiny Beebe Ranch and accompanying pasture where the real-life Misty of Chincoteague lived and played. 

Eventually, I reached the sun-sparkling Chincoteague Bay, where I very much enjoyed the boats and views. But when I think back to my time on Chincoteague, it’s the backroads I’ll remember best.

Why not? And here’s the other side….

November 16: Is it me, or is this simply the most beautiful autumn folks in the Middle Atlantic have seen in a long time? Have you noticed the rich golds flickering against coffee browns, or the four shades of red on the Japanese maples, or the way the sunlight is so magnificent, gilding everything? FriendBlogger Laurie Graves discovered a Japanese word for this: Komorebi, which brings three characters together to mean “sun filtering through trees.” Read her post at Notes from the Hinterland to learn more and to see her beautiful images. (Autumn was pretty lovely in Maine too!)

November 17: Picture a plastic wheelbarrow with a deep bucket. Now picture a bicycle where the handles should be. And in place of piles of mulch or flowers for planting, picture two little children, helmeted and laughing. Dad was on his way up the hill — pedaling a real bicycle contraption, I believe — to get a little exercise and to delight the rest of us.

November 18: Speaking of horses and fire engines: My friend swears this story is true because she heard it from the former fire chief of the village of Corolla, North Carolina. In Corolla, ponies roam freely over the beaches, marshes and dunes. And, apparently, they roam elsewhere too. You know those automatic sliding doors at grocery stores? Well, more than a few times, the Corolla Fire Department has been summoned to the remote village store to lead clever ponies out of the produce aisle.

More Chincoteague marvels

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Meanwhile, while I was studying flaked paint and gravestones, Kevin was on his bicycle collecting beautiful marsh views and watching fire fighters corral wild ponies. (True story.)

19 thoughts on “Delights: November 12 to 18

  1. Lovely sunflowers to start the post. Is that a statue of some sort lying on the ground by those houses? Looks an interesting place.

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    1. Isn’t that odd? My guess: a plaster statue from an old miniature golf course. (They can be whimsical and a little creepy over here…) And yes, the sunflowers were magnificent. I’m glad I kept a photo!

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  2. Wonderful pictures! Did I spy a giant fallen Viking? Thanks so much for the mention! Yes, it has been a beautiful fall. In Maine, I think it’s because we got exactly the right amount of moisture. Not too much, not too little. Thinking about a pony in the produce aisles sure made me giggle.

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    1. Hi, Laurie. Yes, I do think it’s a fallen Viking, perhaps from a miniature golf course. Any other ideas? Your theory about the ingredients for a perfect fall make sense to me, along with a week of sharp cold and then warmth again? I’m glad you liked the pony story… Thanks again for your comment and your own blog!

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      1. Mini-golf makes so much sense!

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  3. Beautiful !!

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    1. Those sunflowers remind me of your beautiful photos, Ricky!

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  4. Oh, I forgot to mention that that big statue laying behind the house reminded me of lumberjack Paul Bunyan. When I traveled to Minnesota years ago I used to see them a lot. I was looking for his ox Blue 🙂

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    1. Thanks for whisking us to Minnesota! That’s a good theory. Others guess that he’s a Viking. My theory: a giant (of some sort) from an old miniature golf course. Perhaps we’ll never know…

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  5. Love the photo of you & Kevin … cold & sunny! and such smiles!
    How do you pop from island to island?

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    1. Hi, Ju-Lyn. Thanks for enjoying the photo. We snuggled to stay warm! I like your question about island-hopping. It sounds very tropical. In our case, we went to the southern end of 37-mile Assateague Island for our anniversary. Same island, different horses!

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  6. I am very moved by the story of your Yoga teacher & her son – does he join you in your practice often? I think it is wonderful that he is part of her day in this way.

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    1. Oh, I love the image of my teacher’s son at class. Unfortunately, we meet during the school day. I wish he could join us. …. Looking back at the post, I realize I was super vague. I tweaked it a bit. My teacher’s son was twirling at the end of his Bar Mitzvah — still energized (and yawning) when his mom wanted to go to bed! It was a lovely story. Thank you, Ju-Lyn, for your beautiful attention.

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  7. What a quaint place you found. I love the way the houses are painted and the statue taking a break in the back lawn. Thanks for sharing these delights. 🙂 I came here by way of Ju-Lyn.

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    1. Hi, Marsha. Isn’t Ju-Lyn wonderful? Thank you for visiting my site and for enjoying those whimsical houses — and the mini-golf Viking “taking a break on the back lawn” (I love that). I hope to see you again!

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      1. Thanks Carol. Yes, Ju-Lyn is ADORABLE! I will never forget the statue you photographed lying on the lawn. It was so funny. I hope we will become part of each other’s communities. Have a wonderful day. 🙂

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