The late storm surges over the last few days have thrown up an abundance of seaweed and have sucked out a lot of loose winter vegetation dropped from the shore shrubs. This detritus has mixed together and harbours all the tiny denizens of the shore that feed the gulls and crows. The ground of the seaside is like a wet sponge with all the rain and the moss is especially thick this spring giving a yellow-green luminosity to the canvas of Mother Nature lying supine before us in the sunlight. The little red squirrel scampered about today and he (or she) allowed me to approach to three or four feet which is pretty bold. They are quick but not quick enough and I always worry about the eagles which are starting to hunt in earnest, feeding bigger fledglings.
There is green,green,green every where on Lotus Island today and since St. Patrick was of the green it seems right. We haven't been diverted yet from the green by the vibrant colours that will come in abundance in another month. Even the daffodil blooms are still in the anteroom. However the greens are restful and as holy as Saint Patrick. A serene sort of vibrant. I think I'll toast the green with a glass of Black Bush right about now!