I wept through most of a recent celebration of life for a woman I didn’t really know. Betty Beach’s family are members of United Christian Church, and as church congregations do, we helped organize the service honoring and remembering this woman.
It happens every August: Our chickens come home to roost. Make that children. Our children come home to sleep in their childhood beds. August is the month they descend on us, unless they came in July. What is it about Maine that draws them back? It’.
Saturday was moving up day in the henyard. The two-month old pullets, the young hens that had been confined to a small house and yard since leaving their brooder, were joining the old girls in the main yard. Since I had nothing better to do, I sat.
Summer days start for me at sunrise on Lincolnville Beach, emptying the trash barrels, picking up butts, putting the place back in order for the day. It’s a job I love, and it turns out, so does my upstairs D-I-L, who took it over last year while I.