There's No Place Like The Salt Marsh
By Dana Kester-McCabe
Delmarva’s landscape has begun its annual transformation from subtle browns and grays, to the jewel-like hues found in the facets of an emerald. It is as if the land has finally woken up from its winter’s sleep.
At first glance the salt marsh seems to be a place with not much going on: almost a blank canvas, with only grass and sky, rimmed by trees. Then you realize you are in this amazing wide open space filled with light.
It is a place of immense possibilities. Watching flocks of birds you feel almost as if you could jump right up and join them, free of your earthly gravity. When you live here it is easy sometimes to take for granted that which is our natural boundary.
But the salt marsh is a unique ecosystem which serves as a natural filter for our waterways. With all its sights and sounds and smells the salt marsh is really the heart of this place called Delmarva.
We are anchored by the land yet the open waters with all their potential for adventure and treasure give us a natural sense of freedom. It is a place of work, of fun, of danger, yet of peace.
Whenever I have been away and find myself returning to the Eastern Shore the first thing that lets me know that I am home is the dusky aroma of the salt marsh. It’s funny how odors not only trigger memory, but a sense of place.
Yes, the perfume of that mud is almost as beautiful to me as that of the wisteria which can be seen here during early May along roadsides, blanketing trees, shrubs, and telephone poles. These are smells that tell me it is Spring and I am home.
Posted - 05/01/2009
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