They call it a mud puddle, but, shucks, the frogs were croaking up that way a few weeks back.

Wear a long shirt after dusk. The little floating logs are mosquitoes. No wings yet. But very soon. The little black floaters are some kind of water beetle, with two rear oars. The little floating orange bits are very photogenic. No idea what they are. In this ocean, the ancient shoreline trees are quick grass.

There was a day not that long ago when the rhizomes of this grass were braided around the peat fires in the Hebrides, then cast out into the tides to catch flounders. I think these immigrants remember.