Here's a picture from our latest boat ride on Casco Bay. This perfect little gazebo-type house sits on its own rock off Bustin's Island. At its left, you can see a windmill, giving the house its own source of power. The red item just to the right of the stairs is a shiny new grill.
I want to rave about how beautiful these days are for being out on the water or in the garden or just looking out the window. I search and search for words to convey the sharp edges of sails or trees against the deeper blue of fall skies, the way distant shapes seem closer in the clear air. But I've learned from Amy's wise and striking weblog, over at http://everyday.blogs.com/humble/, that beauty speaks (or shouts!) for itself. There's nothing we can add (although she comes close). Amy quotes Somerset Maugham, who puts it succinctly: Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.