What Is So Rare As A Day In . . . August?

We've been very fortunate to have the most beautiful summer in New England. I can't even remember when it rained last - until now. For the past few days we've had a "Summer N'or Easter," (thankfully it's not snow!) and it's been lovely. It's been so relaxing to sleep at night with the sound of the rain, it's like a glass of wine!

Below are some photos of one of my favorite spots, Pine Point, it's in Scarborough, Maine.

They remind me of a poem;

"Sandpiper"

by

Celia Thaxter. .

Across the lonely beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I, And fast I gather, bit by bit,

The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry. The wild waves reach their hands for it,

The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I.