''Summer on a Maine island means a host of rainy mornings, even days, spent in front of the fireplace. The gray light in the window, the feathery murmur of rain on the roof, the banshee wail of the fog siren down past Doughty's Landing at the naval station, the resonant splash of rainwater tumbling into the rain barrels -- the signs were there the moment I woke up, huddled in a bundle of flannel sheets and army blankets.''
-- John Thorne, in Simple Cooking
He's writing about Long Island, in Casco Bay.
