A forced day of relaxation. Click the album below to view the pictures. They explain everything.


I fear it may never warm up here. If it’s this cold in August, I cannot and do not want to imagine what winter is like.

One more thought, a twist on “My Fair Lady” or, what one does when stuck inside all day:
The rain in Maine is mainly a pain.
It rains and rains and creates quite a strain…
There is too much to go down the drain, so it accumulates everywhere on the lanes.
Someone please explain, will the rain thus remain?
Oh conductor, show me the way to the train.
I want to go to the plain where it is warm and there is no rain.