A trip to Gore Bay to check out the new self-tailing winches on Heliotrope (and pick up a few groceries) along with a good stomp on the gas pedal cleared the cobwebs inside and out.
Foggy morning chill suggested a fire in the stove, but by afternoon the sun was bright and warm.
Easing back into project mode—Sue on the landscape today, and me making picture frames. Apart from the more-or-less full time residents, we remain the only occupants of this stretch of paradise. All quiet on the Serendip.

The big water seems to be continuing its rise.

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Oread
Whirl up, sea—
whirl your pointed pines,
splash your great pines
on our rocks,
hurl your green over us,
cover us with your pools of fir.

— H.D. (Hilda Doolittle)