On many windows in the Maine House are tin signs with timeless messages. A man named Vincent tells me that he knows nothing with certainty, but the sight of stars... Read More
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… on a very, very small wedding
The fairies held a wedding In the gardens down below The stars provided twinkle lights The moon chipped in the glow And early the next morning As I walked... Read More
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… on accommodations (small as they may be)
This year our time in Maine is so soon after the death of our dear Old Yankee Man. It will be two months in a couple of days. Is that... Read More
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… on garden therapy
On our little street, on our little island (i know, I totally co-opted the street and the island right there, but I’m gonna stick to it), there are –... Read More
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… on maine whispers
Maine Whispers If whispers had wings, And carrying things, They’d drop fog Softly into my cove To silently wander Hither and yonder Haunted breath Without tethers would rove Over mastheads and spruce Compelled... Read More
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… on rash decisions
Ya. wHoops. The other night, Number One Son Sam opened the back door, at 11:30 p.m. – when people were all sorts of tired – for the ShepHerds last ‘out’... Read More
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… on different chores for different places
In Maine, we have a few chores to do that differ vastly from the boring laundry, raking, changing lightbulbs, vacuuming the dogs (what, like you’ve never at least thought of vacuuming... Read More
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… on reasons and purposes
Warning: I am about to compare people to bugs. People are like bugs. You know, in that way that when we were little our parents (or Marlin Perkins from... Read More
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… on complicated females
HRH the Princess Bunny-Blaze (a.k.a., Blaze) is a complicated female. She also has a very important job, and jobs are important for all German ShepHerds to have. Blaze’s job,... Read More
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… on dads past, dads present, and dads yet to come
Today could be a sad day, a nostalgic day. A first Father’s Day without a very important father. It’s also rainy here, grey. The perfect day for some wistfulness,... Read More
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… on espousing his spouse-ing
I met my true love, current spouse, In Nineteen Eighty-Three Young and sportin’ Levi-Strauss, and sitting next to me. “You, with the blog! You must espouse,” He demanded, today, “My merits... Read More
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… on falling (into place)
Yesterday I was up in Maine. Yes, I know you have figured out that I take every opportunity to be in Maine, and work very hard to balance the fact... Read More