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, and wafting through it all was the briny smell of the sea.”

~ Barbara Delinsky, Sweet Salt Air

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 over the roots of the trees leading from camp to camp. This was the American family at play, escaping the city heat.”
― E.B. White

early summer

and bits of small town life in New England

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“This town of churches and dreams; this town I thought I would lose myself in, with its backward ways and winding roads leading to nowhere; but, I found myself instead.”

~ Kellie Elmore, Magic in the backyard – American Honey

somedays

 

 

 

Somedays I am the Flowers,
Somedays I am the Rain

~ pavana

lunch with friends