A Morning in May

Annette woke up to sunshine the other day and declared that we should rise and be out and about before the skies clouded up again, so we headed for Brant Rock in Marshfield to have breakfast at Arthur and Pat’s.  This one of my favorite restaurants, it’s only fault being that it’s closed in the winter. 

It didn’t disappoint. The lemon smash Belgian waffle would have been outstanding at a five star hotel.  It was topped with tangy lemon curd and decorated with blackberries, blueberries, and cut strawberries.  Arty the chef cures his own pastrami and uses it in one of his versions of eggs Benedict.  Usually I get the smoked salmon on a potato pancake, but the season stretches ahead. 

After breakfast we walked in the Daniel Webster Audubon Bird Sanctuary.  The land was part of Webster’s historic farm, and the fields are still mowed making them habitats for the bobolinks that swooped about filling the air with their song.

Canada geese with parades of goslings walked on the grass and swam in a small pond where a muskrat was conducting his daily ramble.  The bright orange of an oriole was set against the white background of apple blossoms, and the sapphire of tree swallows glinted in the bright sun. 

Rough winds have been shaking the darling buds of May, but this was a perfect spring morning, something a fogy can’t afford to waste. After pleasure for the palate and satisfaction for the soul we nibbled a light lunch and rested our tired bodies with a comfy nap.