THE LOST JUNE of 2009

June 2009. The month the Atlantic Northeast became the Pacific Northwest. Gloom, gray, rain- forest down pours and flat-lined temperatures with a range of 10 degrees. We New Englander's just aren't used to so many days without sunshine and blue skies. We've begun to celebrate "blue sky sightings!"

Where as a year ago I wrote about the sight and scent of walking the footpath and breathing deep the aroma of linden blossoms and honeysuckle, this year the torrential down pours flushed the linden blossoms to the ground , never having one bright, warm, sunny day where the air is filled with their intoxicating fragrance. Woe is me.....and many other regulars on the footpath.

Sunrise on June 20 had the majestic Great White Egret, standing in the green marsh grass,back lit with the rising sun. It was a spiritual moment.

And, yes, I do have to admit that after some of the late afternoon storms, the westerly setting sun illuminates the B&M Bean factory across the cove and paints the parting clouds with psychedelic pinks. A vision only nature could create. Until the "real" Maine summer arrives, we'll take what nature serves and look forward to "blue sky sightings!"