Every Thursday, beginning at 8:00 a.m., Boothbay hosts a farmers’ market. It’s hard to miss because someone, and I don’t know who because I... Read More
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… on taking the night in
shhhh… (g’night)
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… on taking the morning in
shhhh… (good mornin’)
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… on driving miss judy
Just next door to me, on the lovely Landing Road (I have learned that, in Maine, you put ‘the’ in front of a lot... Read More
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… on after rain
At the Maine House, there are huge pairs of trees in the front and side yard. We were told they are ‘wedding trees’ and... Read More
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… on fog and being in the midst
Have you ever noticed that, when approaching fog – like a bank of fog (no money, all water droplets) – that it always looks... 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... 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... 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... Read More
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… on maine fairies
In Maine there are fairies. No, I haven’t seen them, but I know they are here. They do all sorts of fun and strange... Read More
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… on canceling out a rant
Hi. So… When last we spoke, I was pissy-fied about the whole ‘it’s not spring and it’s supposed to be spring!’ thing. And I... Read More
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… on chasing spring
Yes, that is light pouring in through the old barn window in Maine. And also a life-preserver. To save me. Because if you look... Read More