Each year the return of the Monarch butterflies marks the transition from the busy Summer season to a more relaxed Fall. September 10 is the 45th anniversary of a letter that was written by Rachel Carson on her last full day in Maine to her dear friend Dorothy Freeman. That morning the two of them sat on the west lawn of the Newagen Inn as Rachel’s declining health forced her to consider her own mortality. To read the letter please click below...
September 10, 1963
Dear One,
This is a postscript to our morning at Newagen, something I think I can write better than say. For me it was one of the loveliest of the summer’s hours, and all the details will remain in my memory: that blue September sky, the sounds of the wind in the spruces and surf on the rocks, the gulls busy with their foraging, alighting with deliberate grace, the distant views of Griffiths Head and Todd Point, today so clearly etched, though once half seen in swirling fog. But most of all I shall remember the monarchs, that unhurried westward drift of one small winged form after another, each drawn by some invisible force. We talked a little about their migration, their life history. Did they return? We thought not; for most, at least, this was the closing journey of their lives.

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