After a few minutes at the water's edge, we turned inland, to the dry, grey upper beach, apparently almost bare of life at this time of year.
|Driftwood scattered along the upper tide line and across the dunes, interspersed with mats of dried shrubs, sedge, and grass spikes|
|Artistic arrangement, by Ma Nature, with a bit of help from young humans. Who, after all, are part of the natural world, too.|
|Dry grass, wind-broken. The roots below are alive and well.|
|Large-headed sedge, Carex macrocephala, anchoring its patch of sand. It is not dead, but resting; its rhizomes under the sand are waiting for warm weather.|
|On a rotten log, a bleached half of a clamshell wears a corsage of dried seaweeds.|
|A worn, twisted driftwood log, with a worried face|
|Rotting wood, dotted with lichens|
|Weather-beaten, wrung-out log provides shelter for green mosses and yellow lichen.|
|Moss and blue-grey leaf lichen.|
With the coming of longer days, the spring rains, and a sunny afternoon or two, the dry sand will erupt in greenery; big-headed sedge, groundsel, gumweed, beach pea, sea rocket, and red sorrel; bees and butterflies will dance from flower to tiny flower; grasshoppers will leap away as we approach, abandoned kids' toys will provide accents in primary colours. It won't be long now.