Two days ago Sven wanted to walk the beach. Yesterday, it was my turn to pick a destination, so I chose Great Pond. I love to walk in the autumn woods. There was a soft breeze rustling the pine branches above. The leaves on the rim of Turtle Pond had turned orange and yellow. The cherry tree that hangs over the western edge of Great Pond had already shed its foliage, perhaps in Friday night’s storm, a powerful one, which brought down branches and shook shutters. For several hours the wind whipped over the hill while we were snug in our beds. It brought good news!
Caleb Potter is coming home in November. The summer was an exhausting one for Wellfleet. First, there was the accident, which drained energy as the general population sent prayers up to Mass General. Then there were the crowds. Everyone agrees that Wellfleet had more visitors than ever before, and they all seemed determined to use cars on a daily basis. Alice, at Neighborhood Auto, watched the cars journey up Route 6 in a steady stream. She, too, is relieved the season is over. Wicked Oyster and The Bookstore are both closing for two months this winter. We all need the rest. Nature repairs the spirit
here at Great Pond. I snapped a few photos while Sven sat beside the tranquil pond in deep contemplation. I listened to the incessant caw-caw-caw of a bluejay and admired red and yellow leaves floating in the water. A frog leaped out from under the reeds, making a splash as it hit the still surface. As I watched the frog swim away with powerful hind-leg thrusts, I realized I was having a Robert-Finch moment …
Two days ago Sven wanted to walk the beach. Yesterday, it was my turn to pick a destination, so I chose Great Pond. I love to walk in the autumn woods. There was a soft breeze rustling the pine branches above. The leaves on the rim of Turtle Pond had turned orange and yellow. The cherry tree that hangs over the western edge of Great Pond had already shed its foliage, perhaps in Friday night’s storm, a powerful one, which brought down branches and shook shutters. For several hours the wind whipped over the hill while we were snug in our beds. It brought good news! 
Caleb Potter is coming home in November. The summer was an exhausting one for Wellfleet. First, there was the accident, which drained energy as the general population sent prayers up to Mass General. Then there were the crowds. Everyone agrees that Wellfleet had more visitors than ever before, and they all seemed determined to use cars on a daily basis. Alice, at Neighborhood Auto, watched the cars journey up Route 6 in a steady stream. She, too, is relieved the season is over. Wicked Oyster and The Bookstore are both closing for two months this winter. We all need the rest. Nature repairs the spirit 
here at Great Pond. I snapped a few photos while Sven sat beside the tranquil pond in deep contemplation. I listened to the incessant caw-caw-caw of a bluejay and admired red and yellow leaves floating in the water. A frog leaped out from under the reeds, making a splash as it hit the still surface. As I watched the frog swim away with powerful hind-leg thrusts, I realized I was having a Robert-Finch moment …
