There is an upside to cold foggy days. Even the rocks look soft, and color is hard to come by.
Light comes and goes behind an invisible scrim. And sound is muffled except for an occasional gull flying by or the resident osprey calling attention to her offspring in the nest lodged into the spindle on Long Ledge.
Jan came to dinner last night. It wasn't the first time she arrived with a beautiful bouquet from her garden at the head of the harbor. Last year it was peonies in a blue bottle, just before Hurricane Arthur blew through. This time she arranged a symphony of purple, magenta, orange, and rust flowers in a San Pellegrino Orange soda can, which has brought all kinds of optimism and exuberance into our house on this grey, foggy day.