After breakfast of pancakes, toasted bagels and cinnamon bread, tea and coffee, we headed for the beach.
Surrounding the beach parking lot are myrtles heavily draped with a type of morning glory, the breathtaking cypress vine, loaded with deep pink blossoms and around which a moving cloud of yellow butterflies dances. These are sulphur butterflies, specifically pyrisitia.
Luke fished and the younger boys played in the sand. Finn broke away from Colleen and jumped into the surf.
A very happy dog.
We ate lunch at McConkey's on Jungle Road where there was a small plot of deep pink zinnias swarmed by
orange butterlies, called the Great Spangled Fritillary as well as their darker cousins, the Roadside Skippers.
Goodbye and thanks for all the fish.
And from "And I'm Glad":
The wild place speaks its own mysterious language
Place of panic, place of blessing.
Dive into the black swirl of the tide,
Touch bottom at the middle of the creek.
The small shrimp take small bites and you catch nine
To eat. If there's a gator or a shark, he will
Return the compliment. Welcome home. Join
The wild place, the mystic food chain: Edingsville.
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