Each year, a little ...

A little what? Well, in the case of our volunteer garage pansies, a little more each year, and more colorful, too. Out of sight to the right is a patch of all-purple pansies, thriving where the Santa Fe comes and goes. You can't keep a good pansy down.
And the Boston Whaler is in, as of yesterday. Each year we are amazed at the longevity of the boat and motor, which spent several days upside down in the water when stolen by kids in 1994. The engine started first pull.
Each year the phoebes return to reconstruct their nest on the front porch. With all the recent wet weather, it appears they will have food galore from all the plump mosquitoes that are hatching as I write.
And on we go, too, each year a little happier to live in Maine. Except for January-March.