Returned home form Maine to find a crispy fried parched garden. No surprise really. The Banana said that it was the third hottest summer on record for daytime and the hottest on record for nighttime. Can't catch a break like that. The equinox passed and so now the weather finally turned. Cool breezes, 70 degrees, falling leaves and a little rain. No insistently humming air conditioners! Noise pollution has suffered a temporary setback! So a few views of Maine:
The view from the meadow on Blue Hill. A few hundred feet to go up to the top. Some how, despite several trips up, I neglected to take a picture.
I believe there are one billion barnacles per square acre of Maine shore.
A little Maine humor...
The possible remnants of one of my many crustacean meals.
More on the morrow...
