Brenda Buchanan

It was an amazing day here in Southern Maine, warm, sunny and light for a looooong time. A lot of people I know (including my beloved) grumble about the arrival of Daylight Savings Time. To them, springing forward means an hour of lost sleep, and dark mornings again. To me, the long afternoon light is worth the trade-off.

I celebrated by grilling chicken that had been marinating all afternoon in a lemon-garlic sauce officially called “Garlicious” which I call “Garlic-Licious,” because it makes my sweetie laugh every time. It was lovely to stand out on the deck, imagining the trees leafed out, the garden planted, the warm-weather birds flocking to the feeders for a bedtime snack.

Soon.

We walked at Crescent Beach in early afternoon. Here is a photo of the sign that greets the winter-weary masses:
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February passed without many Sunday beach walks. We were out of town all or part of many weekends, which disrupted our rituals a bit. Today was a good day to get back in the groove. Sunny and warmish, the breeze was light when we arrived at Scarborough Beach. Here’s a photo:

Two young guys carrying surfboards were on our heels as we trekked from road to beach, wearing hooded drysuits complete with booties, essential gear for winter surfing in the North Atlantic. Somewhere between boyish 20 and settling down 30, they grinned at us as they scooted toward the respectable surf, still agitated by last week’s storms.
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Here’s that shot of the frozen dune from Sunday’s walk. I’m cold to the bone again just looking at it.