A weak dawn light eased through the overcast skies and came probing through the woods from the east,
As a smothering fog emerged from Great Cove in the west and sidled up the north meadow,
As an advance party of raindrops descended from above and plinked an arpeggio in the bird bath.
They converged on the lushening garden, which never says no.
(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on June 7, 2026)