SCENES FROM THE BEACH | by George Thatcher / DEC. 20, 2015
December, January and February are known for their cold, wet, unpleasant days, and this December day is no exception -- cold and damp, made more so by a strong, icy, eastern wind. But the day is brightened by an unlikely discovery of a patch of wildflowers, golden asters, blooming amid the gloom. The yellow flowers gladden hearts and lift spirits. The poet Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote, "I will be the gladdest thing / Under the sun! / I will touch a hundred flowers / And not pick one."*
* "Afternoon on a Hill" by Edna St. Vincent Millay; American Poetry: The Twentieth Century. Vol. One; Library of America, New York (2000).
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 19, 2015 at 6:46 PM with the headline "SCENES FROM THE BEACH | by George Thatcher / DEC. 20, 2015 ."