

Good morning everyone. Another beautiful day here in Maine. The
wind was quite light for most of the day. We had a chance to get
ashore in Stonington. The Granite Museum was closed for the season
but Jan and Evelyn Kok were in their store, The Sign of the Purple
Fish, making music and custom hand crafted bookmarks and greeting
cards. More delightful people you will be hard pressed to find.
While weighing anchor a flock of Canada geese flew overhead honking  
away.  My heart leaps when I hear geese.  Aldo Leopold, in A Sand  
County Almanac, wrote lyrically about "goose music".  I have never  
been the same since I read his words.  Sawyer was asking about the  
days getting shorter and the meaning of the equinox.  It is  
unbelievable to me that the seasons turn as they do.  There is plenty  
of science to explain all the changes but how does one explain the  
emotional changes of seasons to an 8 year old. We have many guests  
aboard from southern states that keep telling me how hot the summer  
has been back home and how hot it still is.  While I find beauty in  
all parts of our country I am afraid that my body is not wired for  
heat.  I welcome the change of the seasons.  The kids were telling  
guests how excited they are to go sledding in the driveway soon. Soon  
it will be.  But a few more days of heat are forecasted before the snow  
flies and we have more miles to sail yet. And for the present we are  
thankful.  Good weather, great guests, the beautiful bay.  It is all  
good.
Have a great day. Be well. Do good.
Comments
October's Party
by George Cooper
October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came-
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
The Chestnuts came in yellow,
The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses Maple
In scarlet looked their best;
All balanced to their partners,
And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow
New fallen from the sky.
Then, in the rustic hollow,
At hide-and-seek they played,
The party closed at sundown,
And everybody stayed.
Professor Wind played louder;
They flew along the ground;
And then the party ended
In jolly "hands around."
I galloped on through life and then
would stop at once to wonder why
it all had flown so quickly by.
Now as the Autumn fills the air
and life seems lightened from it's cares
I think of scenes from days gone past
and want those memories to last...
To sweeten life when things seem low
and warm me through the winter's snow.
Like honey hidden in the hive,
those memories keep my dreams alive!
I don't get to the blog every day, mostly because, when I read the posts, I get teary eyed.. I miss the experience so much, and being there just one month ago, makes me miss it even more each day. I cannot wait to get back on board again, and have yet another amazing and different experience.
Thanks for all who share comments, and Barry and Jen, thanks for your blog..
I look forward to hearing the "Goose Music" as soon as the "honkers" make their way south to the wild wetlands of Alabama.