“He calms the storm and stills the waves.” ~ Psalm 107:29
Oh WOW! It’s truly how I felt when I checked on my sea-bean sowing a day or two ago. They were sprouting! In about a week’s time the seeds I nicked before soaking have swelled and sprouted and given me JOY! How can I not be happy when new life emerges from a dried out seed, a seed found in a pod among sea drift? I still have no idea if the pod is from a local tree or if it rode the Gulf Stream on it’s path from Caribbean to East Coast. Cape May juts out a bit from the coast so I am hoping this could be a tropical plant. Whatever it might be, it’s quick sprouting has filled me with plans to search out more sea beans for my ocean sprout collection!
“Sea beans come our way from the Caribbean, South America, Central America and the southernmost Florida Keys thanks largely to the Gulf Stream, the north-flowing river within the Atlantic off the East Coast. The beans turn up as far north as Cape Cod, though they become increasingly rare north of Cape Hatteras. Southeastern Florida beaches, on the other hand, are a collector’s paradise, given the proximity to the sources.”
~ Naturalist’s Notebook: Knowing Beans About the Beach
One technique I will continue to use is nicking the shell of very hard seeds before planting. Only the seeds I nicked sprouted. The others are still laying beneath the surface of the soil.
“And He said to them, “Come away by yourselves to a secluded place and rest a while.” ~ Mark 6:31
One of the best aspects of towns along the seashore in the off season is the ease of finding solitude. For those of you who see shapes and faces in objects, do you see the shape of bird wings on either side of the sun? I do.
Cape May, New Jersey is a lovely place to spend a week or a few days for a seashore getaway. More to come on this southernmost tip of New Jersey to follow this week.
One of my favorite destinations is Strathmere, New Jersey. Only a few miles from Ocean City, Strathmere is a non-commercial beach town. A few years ago the beach was replenished and all the pilings were under the sand. After last winter’s N’or Easters, the pilings have emerged once again to see the light of day. I like the look of the pilings, but I can understand the frustration of those who live near the beach too.
I’ve always called this group of pilings “X marks the spot.” They criss cross each other like a giant X.
This old bunker is on Cape May Point. It is a leftover from World War II. You can find information pertaining to its history here: Cape May Bunker