I look for myself but find no one. I belong to the chrysanthemum hour of bright flowers placed in tall vases. I should make an ornament of my soul. Fernando Pessoa
Mid-June in Maine
June has arrived in Maine, and my garden is bursting into bloom—even if it’s a bit wilder than I meant it to be. Between a rainy spring and...
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One of the first signs of spring in Maine is when the furry little catkins of the pussy-willow develop. On Easter this year, my... -
Road trips by nature necessitate the need for pit stops along the way. My family has taken many road trips over the years, so we've visi...