Yesterday morning, I woke up to a world quenched from gentle overnight rains. This was a nice reprieve from the wind-whipped shards of water... Read More
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… on gardening in and out of a pandemic
May in Maine finds the gardens still at their beginnings. The forsythia still have not quite gone from sunny yellows to greens and the... Read More
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… on gatherings (floral and faunal)
This morning I went outside to perform my very first garden chore of the season. I dug into the Potting-slash-Writing Room tool drawer, selecting... Read More
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… on the coming spring
The timing of spring is relative in midcoast Maine. While others anticipate the days that fall in and around the twenty-first of March, we... Read More
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… on an awakening
There is something wondrously cool about Wait. Just to be all kinds of honest and authentic, that – up there ^ – is not... Read More
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… on spring’s reminder
This spring morning I awoke to the conversations of a thousand winged beings. And as I yawned and stretched I realized… This was... Read More