I write this as the sun comes up over Lincolnville on a spring morning. I wrote last week about searching for signs of spring – what a difference a week makes. Everywhere, the early flowers are blooming. The insects are waking up, especially the.
I’ve been thinking about the roads of this little town recently. We have a kid with a driving permit, so I have been riding shotgun, as she explores the back roads. I think driving her to school every morning over the last couple years, taking the.
From Ghoulies and Ghosties and Long Leggity Beasties, and Other Things that go Bump in the Night, Good Lord Deliver Us. This old Scottish prayer hangs as a cross-stitch at the upstairs landing of our old farmhouse. My mom made it over 50.
I am not much of a fisherman. I mean, I can bait a hook, set an ice fishing trap, even prep a fish that I might want to eat, assuming I catch one… but, yeah, it isn’t really my thing. I love the idea of it, though. If you look at where our ancient.
We made it over March Hill, and it looks like Spring is finally here in Midcoast Maine. The final icy remains of the winter snow are retreating, and the crocuses and snowdrops are up in front of this old farmhouse. Windows are opened to afternoon.