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Photos: John and Suzanne’s Mom.
Thank you for the birthday flowers, Erik
. The mint smells great!

John tells me that the reason sand sculptures like the ones below survive for days and weeks is that glue is mixed with the sand. I have trouble picturing just how that works, how you shape sand that’s full of glue. But I love the results. And since I still haven’t gotten to the Hampton Beach display that the Nomad writes about, this handsome squid will have to do.

More on the squid at Atlantis Rising, here.

The next picture is from across the street and shows the working fishing port in Pt Judith.

My other photos are not in any particular order. I have a band tuning up at this year’s Porchfest, the parachutes at the subway stop in Porter Square, Cambridge, wildflowers by the train station, Old Harbor boats in New Shoreham, paddles at the Oar restaurant, sheep by watercolorist Susan L Johnson, and the results of last year’s berry picking (blackberry jam by Sandra, left, and wild grape jelly, right.)

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Blackberries

Took an early walk. The grass was still wet and decorated with white Queen Anne’s Lace, green thistles, blue Ragged Sailor, pink clover, and yellow Black-eyed Susans. Catbirds, sparrows, and warblers were busy busy in the wild grape vines and the blackberry brambles.

My neighbor’s car was parked on the side of the road near a house that for decades was covered in brambles and vines like Sleeping Beauty’s castle. Today it’s a nice little rental property overlooking a pond. My neighbor was berrying in one of his secret, not-so-secret spots while the owners were away. (It was either him or the birds after all.) His wife makes great jams and jellies with the blackberries — and with the beach plums that ripen later in the season. Perhaps he will leave a jar on the absentee owner’s doorstep.

It was not yet 7 a.m., and the landmark Painted Rock said “Sarah + Christian Engaged.” I hope Sarah and Christian get to see it before a new message gets painted on top. Smart painters take photos. Something I learned the hard way when I painted the rock for Suzanne’s 16th and John’s 21st birthdays during a past Birthday Week.

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