Thursday, September 13, 2012

Home again, home again, jiggedy jig

It has been two years since I started this blog from this very couch.  It's a beach day, gorgeous, crisp and sunny, but I thought I should mark the anniversary with a post.  The island has changed more than I have.  Wasque Beach, where I had sunrise breakfasts with my mother, made out as a teenager, and built sandcastles with my kids, is no more.  Two years of vicious storms have reclaimed the dunes and a good chunk of wooded land.  People say it will grow back, like a salamander's tail, but probably not in my lifetime.
It is so quiet here, almost contemplative.  Except for the falling bricks.  One of the chimneys loosed a spate of bricks inside the fireplace last week.  It is always something with this house.  For most the year it is a troublesome geriatric patient, causing all manner of bother. But as soon as I get here and sit on the porch, I am home and content.