Nothing today to say about job-hunting or gardening. We headed to Ft. Foster in Kittery, and for some reason, the clouds made it especially magical. Kayaked over to Wood Island and found sea glass, saw a seal, and luxuriated in the bliss of everything but the moment falling away. It was perfect. In honor of my husband and Star Island, for which I am bound tomorrow, here's a quote from Celia Thaxter, Shoaler, poet, and gardener extraordinaire:
There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.
White sandy beaches have their place, but there is nothing like the exquisite character of the Maine coast!
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