Why we live here ...

Those of you who have read this blog for the past couple of years know that we spend time in and on the water in the summer. And you've seen plenty of photos of hardshell clams (we call them quahaugs, their Native American name) on this blog.

So I won't show you any more clams, at least not on this post. But I will show you dawn over the little cove off Buzzards Bay where I usually dig quahaugs with my friends Mike and Tammy. I was there this morning, about 5:45, the sun not quite up over the trees behind me, waiting for my friends to show up with their kayak. I was not the first clammer there, as you can see from the photo. A lone man was already out in fairly unproductive water, scraping his rake across the bottom.

The three of us paddled across to the island you see in the distance, a much more productive area, and we had our limit of a half-peck basket by 7. Then we left the cove to the ospreys, blue herons and loons.