Okay, so I’ve never been the outdoor-sy type. I admit it. (You probably already knew that by my mouse-overreaction.) Anyway, it makes being a writer a bit tough. All those lovely descriptions of landscapes and flora and fauna are really, really hard for me to write. I don’t automatically know that a tree is a dwarf pine or that a bird is a piping plover. So when I came upon this vegetation (if that’s even the right word) yesterday down by the lighthouse, I know I can’t trust my instincts that immediately said, “Rose hips!” I think it is, but….. If anyone knows, please advise. In researching an earlier novel, I remember something about Beach Roses becoming Rose Hips as the seasons change, but I can’t be certain. Help, please. Oh, yes, and I do know there are a couple of oak leaves on top of the shrub. I recognized them from years of raking. (By the way, that’s Chappaquiddick in the background. Turned out that yesterday was another(!) incredibly beautiful day. So much for library time.)
So sorry, not a clue. But it’s beautiful!