Recycling with Recycled Feed Bags

Recycling with Recycled Feed Bags

We don’t have recycling pickup at the curb here. Well, we won’t have a curb, but that’s neither here nor there. We hang on to our recyclables until we have enough to justify a trip into to town, or we become totally overrun with recyclables and...
A Much Loved Ginger Beast

A Much Loved Ginger Beast

You knew this pattern was coming, didn’t you? I just had to wait until I didn’t tear up every time I thought about Ginger. She passed away in June at 14 years-old. Ginger was a rescue puppy who came to us around 6-8 months of age. She was part Lab and part...
The Ultimate Impulse Purchase

The Ultimate Impulse Purchase

I am guilty of a serious impulse purchase. It’s been two months since we lost Ginger and I think of her every day. I miss having a dog around the house. That we would someday get another dog was never in doubt. We’ve had some discussions about what type of...
Our Mini Mainecation

Our Mini Mainecation

In an effort to salvage a tiny bit of summer before school begins next week, we took a couple of days and went to Portland. We wandered downtown and enjoyed the scenery of Portland Harbor and Casco Bay. We took in a Sea Dogs baseball game which was lots of fun. I...
Fields of Gold

Fields of Gold

The fading purples of fireweed give way to cheerful fields of goldenrod.   In the meadows, along the roads, and in my door yard, the tall spires of yellow signify the height of summer. The the goldenrod fades, so does summer.
The Power of Chicken Poo

The Power of Chicken Poo

We abandoned use of the Girls’ chicken run this year after a portion rusted out and we found a raccoon visiting. Our plan is to rebuild a smaller run with a covered slanted roof. I can’t imaging any better visual for the power of chicken poo. I believe...
A Solitary Tree on a Foggy Day

A Solitary Tree on a Foggy Day

The past few days here along the coast have been crazy foggy. The floors are wet, drawers are sticking, and it’s impossible to dry clothes without the dryer. At times the fog has been so thick that from the river’s bank, you cannot see the river. Yet,...
Something About Tiger Lilies

Something About Tiger Lilies

There’s something about old-fashioned tiger lilies that pulls at my heart strings. My first memories of the flower are from about age 8 or so. Near my grandmother’s house, there was a wild unkempt border of them along a country road. Oddly, that vision has...
Black-eyed Susans on the Barrens

Black-eyed Susans on the Barrens

Driving through the Downeast Maine countryside today, I was struck by the way wild Black-Eyed Susan flowers framed this blueberry barren in yellow. Upon closer look the barren greens fade to blue with the berries plumping up ready for harvest. Soon the barrens will...
Monster Garlic

Monster Garlic

I’ve grown garlic for almost as many years as I’ve lived in Maine. It’s one of those veggies that I consistently have good luck with. Last October, I planted just shy of 90 cloves in two of my hugelkulture beds where I grew cucumbers and pumpkins...
Eating our Way Through Hannah’s Birthday

Eating our Way Through Hannah’s Birthday

Birthday’s at our house tend to revolve around food. Hannah’s Sweet 16 started with my attempt at artistic chocolate chip pancakes. She was expecting Mickey Mouse, but I figured it was time to expand my horizons. Despite the fact that I couldn’t...
Sixteen

Sixteen

My memories of that little girl with blond curls and sky blue eyes who loved Blue’s Clues and Beauty and the Beast are so vivid in my mind that it’s hard to believe that she’s 16 today. In honor of this momentous occasion, here are 16 adjectives that...
Summer Arrives with August in Maine

Summer Arrives with August in Maine

Summer has finally arrived with hot and humid weather. After waiting so long for summer-like weather, I have to keep reminding myself not to whine. I really don’t like hot and humid. I don’t do humidity. With cool weather just around the corner, my mantra...
Unwanted in the Marsh

Unwanted in the Marsh

Yesterday, I enjoyed my lunch by the edge of a marsh taking in the scenery. These ducks were startled by my presence and took off in flight. A frog watched me carefully, never moving from his lily pad. Do you see him? A hawk took exception to my presence. He was not...
Fireweed

Fireweed

Controlling fireweed in the garden is a never ending battle. I am forever plucking stems of this plant from my garden. This time of year in Maine the fireweed is in bold full bloom. Weed or flower? Up close, it’s actually quite pretty attracting bees and...
A Slow Sunday

A Slow Sunday

After a crazy day yesterday organizing and overseeing small town festival events, the most adventurous thing I did today was pick wild raspberries. I discovered new batches of them in an overgrown and mucky area off the driveway. Given my haul, today’s Sunday...
Standing Watch

Standing Watch

Yesterday’s drive-by of the osprey nest in Whiting showed the proud parents standing watch over at least one baby. The sun was too high in the sky and my lens too short to get a great shot, but it’s exciting to see the nesting pair I first spied back in...
Garden Beauty and Challenges

Garden Beauty and Challenges

A burst of consistent 70s during the day the past few days has helped to nudge my garden along. Beauty is taking hold in the garden – at the same time I’m challenged with pests. There is beauty to be found in the ordinary. Like these tomato blossoms....