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
Maine Garden Recap: Caroline’s June Highlights
June brought a yard full of blooms this year. After several seasons of struggling with vegetables—thanks to ever-growing shade from my matu...
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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...