It was a beautiful day last Saturday (April 10), with only the gentlest of winds. They stirred the water in Connery Cove as if by sighs; just enough to create brush strokes in the reflections.
I was admiring the rippling leaves on the upside-down trees at the Cove’s north point, wondering what were those trees? Maple? Ash?
Then, my old visual cortex finally awoke and shouted inside my head: “WAIT A MINUTE! Leaves? In Maine? In mid-April?”
I looked closer. The trees were conifers, maybe spruce. They apparently had been trimmed to resemble deciduous trees. Fooled again. (Blue Hill, Maine)