This has been a winter of compost. I’ve had to work the pile regularly to keep up with the deliveries of shrimp, lobster and crab shells from Port Clyde Fresh Catch. And in this, I think I’ve become a friend of Sysiphus, as every time I think I’ve turned the pile decently, mixing the shells […]
January was a month of snow and thaw, some very cold and windy, windy days and some spring-like days. Freshly fallen snow is always a crisp treat. As I’d hoped, the coral bark maple I planted in the fall has been delicious this winter. And the grasses in front of the barn have stood up […]
We’re making a field that will include a garden and hopefully a couple of mobile greenhouse tunnels. The land just behind our equipment sheds and parking area in the nursery has been brushy, with regrowth from the logging that went on before we bought the property. It has been a tangle of blackberries and raspberries, […]
On Tuesday we took the dogs for “the big around” at Mosquito Head. After Wednesday’s snow and sleet, this may have been the last time we could circumnavigate the rocks until we get a significant thaw. On the east side of the headland is the area we call Scaravel, after a particularly dangerous and icy […]
This winter on the days when we don’t curl, I’m trying to get out for a good brisk walk every day, weather permitting. Some days it’s around Mosquito Head with the dogs
Ten days ago at the beginning of an ice storm that coated the northeast, we went to North Carolina to visit my family. Okay, air travel was pretty tough that day, but we made it from our house to Efland, North Carolina in slightly less time than we would have if we’d driven. My parents […]
Another morning I slipped outside in my pajamas to catch the sunrise. I love the subtleties of mornings.
Yesterday was sparkling. As is our wont these days, Julie and I spent Sunday morning walking around Mosquito Head with the dogs: An important discipline to still the voices of fear mingled with hope and dread and futility as we approach election day. Instead of listening to that welter, I focused on all sorts of […]
The sky and light in general this morning was terrific as the hurricane that didn’t arrive here much at all straggled past. The horizon was foggy with breaking waves. The beach had sand cliffs from all of the wave action. Martin enjoyed surfing the uncharacteristic waves. A lovely morning to be living in Martinsville, Maine.