My grandmother and grandfather lived in a small house in Woburn, Massachusetts that seemed huge. And every Sunday after attending our respective churches, my... Read More
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… on more maine wordS with friendS (that’s you!)
In the as-of-the-day-before-yesterday tradition of redefining wordS (which I am sharing with you so now I am calling ‘Maine WordS with FriendS’ because we... Read More
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… on a new maine dictionary
The other day I wrote that Maine is “a place where words are redefined on a daily basis”, and then I gave a for... Read More
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… on discovering the gardens
When I’m in Maine, it is easy (and, c’mon, natural) to be drawn to the water. Because, here’s why: The boats (Maine’s summer ‘traffic’), the... Read More
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… on maine interrupted
In addition to being ocean-y here, it is also pine-y. There is something so deeply ingrained in my psyche about the combination of pine... Read More
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… on feeling twenty-two (plus a couple of decades (plus))
Taylor Swift sings a song about being twenty-two. The chorus is “I don’t know about you, but I’m feelin’ twenty-two…” And it is as... Read More
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… on a late mid coast afternoon in black and white
Yesterday I headed out with my camera at about five in the afternoon and snapped and clicked lazily while the breeze blew off the... Read More
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… on maine through other sets of eyes
Our time in Maine is precious. And preciously guarded. The reality is that ‘summer’ is an ebbing and flowing timeframe each year, based on... Read More
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… on ‘hauntingly beautiful’ maine
Yesterday I posted about the absolute cool of a local lobsterman stopping by my neighbor’s dock for a morning chat. The conversation in the... Read More
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… morning conversations
Times are busy. Life moves fast. Gotta move quickly. Gotta get things done. But sometimes… Sometimes you take a few minutes out of that... Read More
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… on a labyrinth
When I was designing the gardens in Maine, working with some very cool garden planners, I knew pretty much what I wanted. Well, the feeling... Read More
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… on not dying
“Okay! See ya! Don’t die!” The first time I said that to the Nearly Perfect Husband, he nearly keeled over. Him: “That’s just creepy.”... Read More