It’s the last Sunday in May and we’ve awakened within a glorious natural cathedral.
The wild grasses and sedges are turning from brown to lush green on the slopes of North Field; in Great Cove beyond the field, the tide is low, reflecting Babson Island and giving us twice as much of her beauty; several rough brushstrokes of cloud are giving depth and character to the blue sky over Deer Isle on the horizon; it’s cool, but not cold.
Sublime. (Brooklin, Maine)