We’ve been serenaded most mornings this week by a loud, whistled “Old Sam Peabody-Peabody-Peabody” the sweet sound of a white-throated sparrow tuning up the song that he will soon be singing incessantly from the depths of an opening in a fragrant.
Reading the rare bird sightings here in Maine in the past week could make you think you were in the southern U.S.. Summer tanager at a Portland cemetery. Another in the same Cape Elizabeth park where a red-headed woodpecker has been hanging out.
There is something elemental about a solar eclipse that, for many people, causes an emotional response a reckoning, perhaps, with the knowledge that we are tiny parts of a vast universe. That a planetary body that shines its face reassuringly on us.
A mellow “tu-tu-tu” echoing across the mudflats at low tide. The smell of salt and fragrant pine and spruce in the air. The spring sun trying valiantly to warm the still nippy morning air. It’s a classic April morning on the Maine coast as a greater.
The economy is in the news every day as the countdown to the presidential election is underway for real. Inflation, interest rates, GDP, stock indices, bond returns – the numbers of ways economists (and politicians!) assess the health of the economy.