The little things

Marsh periwinkle

Monotony has nothing to do with a place; monotony, either in its sensation or its infliction, is simply the quality of a person.  There are no dreary sights; there are only dreary sight seers.

~ G. K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions

Scraped for food.

The last time I went to the Point was with friends when they were here for a visit.  Although it was only a week ago to the day, it feels like it was months ago.  Life is so full lately that time is expanding.  That might not be the only thing expanding given how much time I’ve spent sitting lately.  Yikes.

Marsh grasses.

Anyhow.  While we were at the Point, I peered around in the grasses.  I was looking for the snails that like to hang out on the beach.  They also hang out on the grasses, moving up and down the stalks to feed.  Whether they are up or down depends on the tide.  They eat stuff that collects on the grasses, including algae and fungus.  As the snail moves up and down, it uses something called a radula to scrape the food off the stalks of grass and this shreds the grass.  The snail then leaves some of its own waste inside the tears it makes on the plant.  Fungus grows around it, providing more food for the snail.  Eventually, if this happens too much, it starts to kill off the marsh grasses.

Hanging around at low tide.

I am falling way behind when it comes to many things, especially sorting through photos I’ve taken during the past month or two.  I wanted to share these little guys before I forgot about them.  I’m a budding naturalist, I think, becoming more and more interested in the flora and fauna and life I encounter when I’m out and about.

Still trying to figure out what these little purple flowers are.  They were hanging out with the marsh grasses near the water line.

Thanks for stopping by today.  I hope to get caught up with ya’all soon.  I don’t think we’ll see much of a sunset today so there is no reason to head to the Point unless you want to take a little stroll on the beach.  The remnants of tropical storm Erika are swirling around, creating a thick cloud cover.  I was hoping she would drop some rain on us.  We need it.  But it looks as though it will all go south and east.  If you feel up to it, do a little rain dance for us, please.  Maybe that will help direct some of the precipitation our way.

Beach treasure.

Be good, be kind, be loving.  Just Be.  🙂

Today’s joys:  Unpacking and settling back in at home; a pot of green tea; time for yoga and a walk; an afternoon power nap; puttering around the house.