Tall grass protrudes from the dunes, their long slender leaves bending down, touching the sand that has collected beneath them. The sand is the perfect canvas.
Clumps of crescent-shaped seed pods embellished a dried plant that stood a few feet tall. The plant lined an open trail and called for a closer examination.
The ice over the pond was thinning, betraying the dark water beneath its increasingly transparent surface. A trio of beavers was there.
