Meet “Edgar.” When we were kids, my baby brother (okay, he’s 43) named the egret in the creek Edgar. In fact, every egret he saw was Edgar. We’d be cruising down the road and hear him pipe up, “There’s Edgar!” This version of “Edgar” was inspired by a recent marsh sighting here in Maine. Edgar sure gets around!
Edgar the Great Egret
A Few Notes on My Patterns
On this Summer Solstice, I went in search of Lupins. The tall spired flowers are my favorite thing about June. Seas of purply blossoms fill the landscape, brightening fields, providing … Continue reading
I hate cleaning my hummingbird feeders, but I do it every weekend. I’ve read it should be done more often, but my time during the week is so limited that … Continue reading
For more than seven years I’ve passed this blueberry field on the way to work. A solitary tree rising above the blueberry barren like a sentinel, creating focus, depth, and … Continue reading
My folks made the trip from Pennsylvania for Hannah’s high school graduation. Their visit was short and we didn’t have a lot of free time, but I did my best … Continue reading
I’m not a foodie and you’ll find more “oops” stories here at Downeast Thunder Farm than you will recipes. In planning for Hannah’s graduation celebration, I found these little graduation … Continue reading