SCENES FROM THE BEACH | by George Thatcher / DEC. 13, 2015

By the beach road, there are numbers of stately oak trees that I admire each morning. Only about a century old, they do not compete with others for antiquity, those that have been here 500 years or more. But the trees I observe have been sentinels for a long time, a presence on this shore in both foul and pleasant times. Today, a brisk sea wind moves their upper branches, causing whispers of sound, barely audible to a person nearby. It is a conversation of sorts between the trees.

From the diary of beach walker George Thatcher / Email: fishcrow@aol.com

Collections of Mr. Thatcher's observations are available from Quail Ridge Press (www.quailridge.com or 1-800-343-1583).

This story was originally published December 12, 2015 at 6:20 PM with the headline "SCENES FROM THE BEACH | by George Thatcher / DEC. 13, 2015 ."