Well, spring has sprung – a leak. Ever since it officially arrived yesterday, we’ve been enshrouded in fog and episodically doused in rain. It hasn’t been inspiring, but it’s also not unusual. You have to learn to like (or at least be accepting of) wet and foggy springs to live an enjoyable life here on the Maine coast. Besides, many fogs make familiar sights, such as this one, dreamily different:
This image of spring’s opening act was taken a few minutes before damp (not high) noon in Naskeag Harbor yesterday. “Dear Abbie:” was in her usual guarding stance, the green-shuttered summer residence seemed to be squinting into the harbor, the tide was rising fast, and it was a relatively warm 42° F without wind.
“Abbie” will finish her scallop-dragging (dredging) season this month. I’ve got to imprint on my memory how she looks in the winter with her scallop-dragging and shucking gear – mast, boom, drag (dredge) and shelling hut behind the wheelhouse. She’ll be losing those and hauling lobster traps for the summer. (Image taken in Brooklin, Maine, on March 20, 2025.)