I saw this boat in the cove yesterday and the water and its shadow were so clear it seemed airborne. As more boats arrived, the dance of the sailboats at anchorage began. Initially two were anchored. Another arrived and dropped its anchor, perhaps a little too close to a boat already there. They hauled the anchor, circled around and dropped it again. We go to bed and someone drags anchor, or simply decides to move during the night, and the positions change again. Someone told us they were here when there were at least 18 boats in the cove. Hard to imagine.
We celebrated Valentine’s day yesterday with flowers from the garden.
Today I found this heart on the lawn from a Cape Barren Goose.
And what about this soup made entirely from the garden’s beets. Gorgeous color.