Edna St. Vincent Millay

No poem from me here today (I know. Strange, huh?), but if you must read one and you haven't yet, Monday's post , has my poem, Pulse , and a photo - I don't think it was too widely read. Please bear with me if I haven't been to your site in a bit to comment. Life is like a rushing wind around me. When the wind settles to a breeze, I will have more time and energy. But this week, I promise to reply to all who comment here or on Monday's post...even if I don't get dishes done! This week we took a trip up to Camden , and drove up to the top of the "mountain". Mountain is in quotes because we don't have mountains like other people have mountains. Ours are considerably smaller for the most part. But when you mostly see sea and forest for rest...well, we make mountains out of molehills. But still, those molehills are pretty high up and beautiful. Mt. Battie at Camden State Park has a stunning view of Camden's harbor. If you are ever