Peg October 5th, 2009
We put our house on the market this summer, not a good time but then that has never stopped us. Finally this weekend someone ‘from away’ was looking for a home in our area and came to see ours. Of course we got it all spiffed up and it did look great. They spent a long time here and I’m sure they loved it but for whatever reason they chose another house one which to put an offer. Their loss or ours? As I sat on my front porch that evening I had mixed feelings about it all; the thing is I love this place, no I lurv it. My front porch gives me great comfort and I enjoy sitting of an evening and beholding all that I own – the woods, the gardens, the birds, the solitude … Occasionally I hear an owl or a coyote and I marvel at the fact that I live among nature and actually own a little bit of my own ‘peace on earth’. If you’re thinking of moving to Maine take a look and see but if you decide on another place, I won’t really mind.
http://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/Searsmont_ME_04973_1109941866#Detail
Tags: Country life, Country Living, Maine Living, Moving to Maine, Moving to the country
Peg October 5th, 2009
I have never really seen a moose up here and am usually skeptical of the tales of those who have. Mike has seen moose several times, once deep into our property and a couple of other times on various roads nearby. Well, once I caught a glimpse of what was probably a moose charging out of the woods as my car came around a curve and rather than ramming the car it reared up and dove back into the woods. Well, I think it was a moose, it was big and dark – could have been the Headless Horseman for all I really know. I’m just glad it went the other way.
So last week Mike was coming home and just a block or so down our road spotted another moose on the loose and was ready with his camera this time. The picture’s a bit fuzzy as he had to zoom way in, but it is definitely a moose. So with this as proof I guess I can no longer doubt his moose sightings. The truth is, they’re out there.
Moose on the Loose
Tags: Maine Moose, moose sighting
Peg September 24th, 2009
There will be no corn for dinner tonight. There was none last night nor will there will be any tomorrow. No corn muffins, corn fritters, corn chowder. There will be no frozen corn kernels for use later in the season; no corn pone (I don’t even know what that is but there will be none). No roasted corn on the cob, corn pudding, corn salsa, creamed corn, cream of corn soup, corn au gratin, or Cajun smothered corn. No corn, none.
You see the raccoons raided my corn patch the other night.
They didn’t leave a single cob uneaten.
They laugh at me. They had their party and left the mess for me to clean up.
Peg July 30th, 2009
Remember when you were a kid and your art teacher (if you had one) told everyone that they all could do the art project and not to worry, everyone has talent? Or some words to that effect? I knew from an early age that I had absolutely no artistic talent/skill whatever and was continually mortified at the results of my efforts. I knew they were lying – it was never my artwork placed on the bulletin board for all to admire.
And even today when I sigh wistfully when enjoying a piece of art, painting, sculpture or whatever and wish aloud that I had artistic talent and invariably whomever I am with says something like “I’m sure you’re artistic! Just give it a try.” I KNOW I have no talent where drawing, painting, sculpting is concerned; I’VE TRIED!
The truth of the matter is that not everyone is artistic; if we were we wouldn’t pay so much for the work of those who really are.
But having said that I must confess that I have in recent years found my talent and that is in the garden. And more, I am convinced that all gardeners are artists in their own right. Oh maybe we can’t all sell our work or skill but I really think anyone who has the zeal (and once you’ve gotten your hands in the dirt you will likely be infected by the ‘gardening bug’) it will show in ways only nature and the elements can limit.
I recently went with my garden club friends to visit the Maine Botanical gardens and everyone of us were in awe of the beauty put together by the artist gardeners there. We couldn’t stop commenting (as one non garden club member of the group observed) at the wonderful arrangements of the many plants we knew and others new to us. We spent hours soaking in the tapestry of colors and textures and fragrances that filled our senses and sparked our creative juices. We rode home a-bubble with ideas and visions of future gardens on our own palettes.
Maybe I don’t know what a true artist is, but then again maybe now I do. I know passion has a lot to do with the creation of a work of art and acceptance of the result is in the eye of the beholder. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a garden I didn’t really enjoy…