merigomish, old smokey, ingonish and all

week starting with that one who rides the sky in her orange dress...
she won't let me take her picture without dancing with her light.

and then catching a glimpse of how the inside calls me from the outside even when the moon and stars are moving and enticing me.

so on Monday hiking up to have a picnic with new friends, eating, talking, connecting while behind us we can see the curve of the earth, curve of the sea...

then off to Merigomish

to see Linder's tomatoes, peppers fattening on sun...

hot hot hot I swim in the French River where it consorts with the sea, a different coast...watched by a kingfisher on these halcyon days

then we gather up ourselves and get into another car to climb up to Cape Breton, a bee made the journey with us to see the world from Smokey - we live in ocean world. We mysteried and then dipped into a hidden beach rolling with the waves - four women who know what is up and when to forget it... buying hats and scones with apparent disregard for reality and why not?

now I'm home to family and my own tomatoes ripening and Felix, new dear boy...and kids getting up to ramble off to school so nonchalant in the new scene.

today swimming with step-dot and Felix in the ocean I thought how round my life is. Like the moon, like the earth, like the ocean warming up to welcome a visit from Earl...a very funny name for a hurricaine don't you think?