It’s been wet and foggy here the past three days, which has led us to muse about a moment partly captured by this image taken Thursday, June 15. It’s early, breezy, and cool as we stand behind the Pond, gazing up the slope of the North Field.

The morning sun is just now touching the field’s wildflowers and grasses, making them glow with appreciation. Stratocumulus clouds are commuting to work above, their reflections gliding across the slightly rippling pond water, where the frogs and turtles are stirring in the increasing warmth. The sun’s fingers are probing into the woods slowly, as if taking care not to alarm the deer, the last of which has just eased into the trees after spending the night in the field.

A good day begins. (Brooklin, Maine)