Today it all came together. The beginning of a long weekend in Maine; a temperature near 90 degrees; the annual boat- and car-registrations at Otisfield Town Hall; buying plants–tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, basil, melons, sage–for the vegetable garden; putting out deck furniture; and an evening swim that rinsed off the day’s sweat and grime. The lake was . . . let’s call it refreshing. Cold but not heart-attack cold, clean, clear. Cleo and Chelsey retrieved, swam, and rolled in the dirt and are curled up on the floor, asleep. The Sox are up on Toronto 4-0 in the 4th. I’m pleasently tired. Life is good.