mostly foggy

                                  a few days in Maine   “Mornings meant ‘thick o’ fog’ that caught on rooftops and dripped, blurring weathered gray shingles while barely muting the deep pink of rosa rugosa or the hydrangea’s blue. Wood smoke filled the air on rainy days, pine sap on sunny ones,…

escaping the heat

              “Summertime, oh, summertime, pattern of life indelible, the fade-proof lake, the woods unshatterable, the pasture with the sweetfern and the juniper forever and ever . . . the cottages with their innocent and tranquil design, their tiny docks with the flagpole and the American flag floating against the white clouds in the blue sky, the little paths…

“To say it was a beautiful day..

would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.” ~ Ann Patchett

Last chapter

  Summer sings its long song, and all the notes are green. But there’s a click, somewhere in the middle of the month, as we reach the turning point, the apex, a Ferris wheel, cars tipping and tilting over the top, and we see September up ahead, school and schedules returning. And there’s the first night you step outside and hear the katydids arguing,…