It was quiet, still, and foggy here early this morning, as you see. We’re under a dense fog alert until 9 a.m., but there has been no rain and no wind to speak of, and the sun is breaking through as I write.
It looks like maniacal Tropical Storm Henri exhausted himself before he got this far north. He’s expected to limp out into the Gulf of Maine and, thankfully, die there. Our hearts go out to those in Tennessee and elsewhere who weren’t as lucky as we.
At the risk of seeming frivolous, however, we do note that Henri’s departure means that the Hydrangeas around here will be saved the indignity of having their royal French hairdos ripped apart and scattered.
These bushes and trees seem to be peaking early this year here. (See the image in the first Comment space.) Perhaps it’s because we’ve had an unusually foggy and rainy summer; Hydrangeas like to be coated with and doused by plenty of water.
The name Hydrangea actually means water vessel in Greek. However, the name was given to the plant because the shape of its seeds resembles an old water vessel in the minds of some. (
The images here were taken in Brooklin, Maine, on August 15 [sun] and 23 [fog], 2021.)