Fonds Thezan Sainte Anne

Blustery gusts all yesterday and today in this magical place where we live without walls - until we close them at night. This morning on my walk there is such wildness in the sea, such fury of foam over rocks. 

As a native New Englander, I've never experienced the absolute delight of the wild sea without discomfort - the slap of freezing wet rain to the face or the bite to the neck of a shivering gust.

And yet, here in this soothing place I stand by the sea in bright sunshine and hot air. It's not a hurricane or a nor'easter. Just wind and waves, swells and foam - a captivating show I could watch all day.

Nearing the end of this time, I find, today, a little plant that was all berry two days ago, and today, a charming red and yellow bloom bursts from a blue berry! I smile and smile. I must find out what it is.

And then, I took a picture of this twining brown vine, tied up in what I have claimed as my knot of gratitude. 

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2017, except otherwise attributed. 

The John Masefield poem can be found at The Poetry Foundation.