Mapletree floats

Today was yet another day without fresh photography, and little wonder: it was gray and increasingly warm, with a forecast that grew more dire by the hour. A winter storm that the Weather Channel had christened Boreas was poised to make a run up the coast, and though there was no snow in the offing, we were likely to receive exceptionally strong winds and torrential rain. I prayed against the former, which would, in all likelihood, knock out power, something we definitely didn't need when we'd be in the last stages of Thanksgivukkah preparations. But, as I split and stacked wood with a vengeance, covered the pile, brought in everything from kindling twigs to logs, and battened down all the outdoor hatches, I prayed that the monsoon would pay us a visit, and a long one at that. We need the rain, of course, just not enough to reach the level of the lobster pot floats we'd brought back from Maine and attached, eight feet up, to a maple tree. (This picture, incidentally, was taken last Saturday afternoon.)