The wind and rain have passed from the last few days. The pre-winter clouds are moving briskly by overhead. The boats here are either wrapped for winter or will be soon. Back home, I'm passing time getting the yard and garden set for spring; collecting and cleaning birdhouses, piling brush to burn this weekend, splitting and stacking some recently cut wood and bringing in the deck furniture. Of course, it's not something I'm excited about doing. Why? It's that final 'death knell' of another summer here in southern Maine.
And this summer... my dentist recently asked me, "Ever remember a summer like this?"
"No." I replied.
"Know why?" He continued.
I took the bait.
"Why?" I said.
"Because, we've NEVER ever had a summer like this!" He laughed, grabbed his drill and went back to work.