As August ends, we are still very dry with not much hope, they say, of any relief in the near future. The tropics are fired up with three systems twirling around right now. Hurricane Gaston is a Category 2 out in the shipping lanes and all we’ll see out of it is a few waves. Then there is TD 8 near North Carolina, and TD 9, which is near Florida and could dump six to 10 inches there. Maybe we should do a little rain dance here in the southern/Midcoast areas of Maine?

We were in Rockland Tuesday to get a few errands taken care of. It was late when we started for home, so we had our evening meal at the Lucky Fortune restaurant in Damariscotta. It was a very busy place. We finally were served our meals and they were very good.

We have had many a 4th of July parade here in the village over the years, but I do not ever remember seeing a wedding parade until this past Saturday, when Zack Leck was married to Caitlin Herlihy at the Brown Church. He and his beautiful bride, who wore her mother’s gown from the 1970s, along with their guests, formed a parade from the church to Zack’s brother Jonathan’s home across from the tennis court, where the reception was held. B.J. and I were fortunate to catch the parade and snap a picture or two. Congratulations to the happy couple. They will be residing in Washington state.

We normally can observe five terns in Maine, ranging in size from the larger Forster’s tern to smaller least tern. The Forster’s tern can be identified by its distinctive comma-shaped black ear patch and is restricted to breeding and wintering along coastal marshes.

Good news for our customers who like entertainment while throwing away trash and recycling. The Horseshoe Crabs will be back for a second transfer station performance on Saturday, Sept. 10 from 10 a.m. until noon. This will be our way to celebrate the end of a beautiful summer and welcome in the fall.

This is the time of the year in Maine when one should not blink if you don’t want to miss the end of the summer. For anyone with a garden, the months of anticipation, hard work, and frustration have finally yielded results. We need to savor them with the bright sunlight and breathe a sigh of thanks for last week’s rain.

“Sometimes I thought I could hear the heat too. On the hottest summer afternoons, if I slipped into my bedroom to lie on the bed and read, I could sense an audible quiver… Might it be the ground resisting, then giving away, as the heat rose and fell in attacking waves?” — Susan Allen Toth