It is a blessed day as they say in Jamaica and a quintessential Maine day as I say in Otisfield--all blue and green and golden.  I spent the morning walking around the lake--some 11 miles--with a friend.  We do that together at least once a summer.  Today when we passed the white clapboard church on the road I could hear the sound of the congregation singing hymns.  When I got back to the house, it was time to eat lunch on the deck, read the paper and contemplate what the next activity should be.  Lots to choose from including doing nothing but taking in this perfect day.  That's hard for me but I'm working on it.