Sunday, 8:15 AM. 63 degrees, wind W, light. The channel is dimpled, the sky overcast, and the barometer predicts more rain. There is a half an inch of rain in the gauge from last night’s thunderstorms, and the gardens, which were wilting yesterday, are standing tall again.
The season of fruits and seeds is upon us, many of the trees and shrubs coming to fruition. The berries of the pagoda dogwoods are disappearing as quickly as they turn blue-ripe; the mountain ash berries are now bright orange, as are the high bush cranberries. The hawthorn berries are yellow-green and will soon turn red. The berry farms are doing a land-office business.
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