We have been busy, busy, busy.


With our usual exuberance of planning and ideas, we again find ourselves scrambling to get everything done this summer while still fitting in some mellow relaxation time.



I’ve had little time or inclination for blogging,


but things are starting to slow down a bit. I think.


In the meantime, this post is a bit of a bookmark–a place-holding glimpse into a part of what we’ve been doing.



Our winter wood is in. The gardens are bursting with more than we can eat and promise of much more.


We have been drying herbs, digging potatoes, freezing beans, corn, and squash, and planting fall vegetables.


My new herb drying rack.  I think it’s designed for marijuana growers.


I have been washing fleeces, obsessively searching for antique flax processing tools, and had a lovely visit with a local farmer and spinner on Maine’s Open Farm Day. I brought home two beautiful fleeces, a bag of interesting wool from a Soay sheep, and some Woad seeds for planting a dye garden next year.


The small sheep is a Soay and the large curly one is a Leicester Longwool


The Soay’s wool is pulled off in clumps rather than sheared.


The glossy locks of the Leicester Longwool.

I finally made it to the the Windjammer parade on Rockland’s breakwater this year.


In the 1800s, sailboats owned this coast–whalers, traders, fishing schooners.  Maine was a sailing hub–sending its boats and captains to every ocean and building some of the fastest clipper ships in the world.



Now the windjammers primarily provide entertainment for tourists, but it gives me an ache to watch them.


Looking down from the lighthouse over the breakwater to shore.


If I had a bucket list–which I don’t–it would include time-travel back to sailing ship days.  IMG_5219.jpg

Since that will never happen–I really enjoyed the parade.



Back home, in our yard, the aggressive male bluebird continues to harass us while his mate sits on her birdbox nest looking as if she wants someone to rescue her.


A noisy nest in the apple tree by the side porch turned out to have baby waxwings.


Our gardens are full of insects and the hive has the summer smell of honey and brood.


The ant is moving towards this waspish creature on the tansy …


as the ant approaches, the waspish creature lifts his leg and then brings it down.  I’m not sure what happened to the ant.


I had thought that the hive might be ready for honey harvest this week, but it needs a few more weeks.


These past weeks we’ve celebrated an anniversary, a birthday, and have had several visitors, including blog friend, Eliza, at Eliza Waters.


She patiently endured a (very complete) tour of our little property, down to and including the compost bin, and we fit in a short hike.  I neglected to take any pictures, but she kindly brought us this begonia,


which for now adorns the table on the porch where I rock, flick wool, and look at the view.



Going To Town


We live in a very small town in the hills rolling inland from Penobscot Bay in midcoast Maine.  It has a surprising wealth of amenities for such a little place–a good market, friendly post-office, library, farmers’ market, winery, distillery, two restaurants, and TWO tractor dealerships–everything we need, really.

As an added advantage, we also are close to four towns strung along the coast–Belfast, Camden, Rockland, and Damariscotta.  Each has a distinct personality.  When we visited this area while traveling in our RV in 2014, we spent most of our time in Camden and Belfast.  But we didn’t spend much time in Rockland.  IMG_4015

Since moving here, each town has developed a niche in our lives—certain things are best in one, others in another.  But Rockland has become our overall go-to town.  I’m a little surprised at how quickly I have come to love it.  When we were house hunting, well-heeled and well-intentioned folks in Camden (a picture perfect coastal village) warned us that Rockland was … well … a little dicey … higher crime, more drugs, more problems.  And our initial impressions were not particularly favorable.  To be blunt, it just seemed uglier than the other towns.  Objectively, that’s probably a fair assessment. Although all the coastal towns draw tourists, Rockland remains more of a working class town than its neighbors, with viable waterfront industries, including the only carrageenan (a seaweed extract) plant in the country.

Industry in the harbor. The smokestack is at a cement factory down the road from Rockland.

A harbor view.  The left smokestack is a cement factory down the road from Rockland.  The downtown brick buildings and old courthouse are just visible in the middle of the photo.

The old courthouse.

Here’s a closeup of the lovely 1874 old courthouse tower.

This may have no relationship to carageenan, but it's lovely seaweed.

This seaweed likely has no relationship to carrageenan, but I like it.

Rockland has pockets of poverty and depressing living conditions.  It is a regional center for shopping and services, so there are strings of unlovely big-box stores on the town’s outskirts.

End of the tracks.

End of the tracks.

As with many things, however, as we got to know it, Rockland became a lot less ugly and veered towards beautiful.  IMG_4129

The breakwater and lighthouse are just below the horizon

Breakwater and lighthouse are just below the horizon

At first, it was the shopping and services that drew us there.  It was the most convenient place to find the things that our little town does not provide.  Over time, the town grew on us more and more.

Lobster traps and buoys outside home on the water.

Lobster traps and buoys.

The people are remarkably friendly, there is a lively downtown, colorful history and architecture, ferries running to the nearby islands, and the backdrop of a stunning breakwater stretching across the harbor entrance, with a lighthouse at its tip.

The harbor breakwater, almost a mile long with a lighthouse at its end.

The harbor breakwater, almost a mile long with the lighthouse (the tiny white speck) at its end.

Larger fishing boat heading out past the breakwater.

The breakwater lighthouse.

An artsy shot of a railroad spike sculpture with a glimpse of the lighthouse on the horizon.

An artsy shot of a railroad spike sculpture with a glimpse of the lighthouse.

Plus, it’s interesting, with messy, contentious local politics and a tendency to party (it holds both a lobster festival and a blues festival in the summer).

Rockland's Christmas tree made of lobster pots.

Town Christmas tree made of lobster pots.

Rockland is a town of rocks and water.

The breakwater was built over twenty years at the end of the 1800s.

The breakwater took over 20 years to build at the end of the 1800s.

Breakwater lighthouse

Breakwater lighthouse

This day the water was a little choppy beyond the breakwater.

This day the water was a little choppy outside the breakwater.

And almost dead calm on the harbor side.

And almost dead calm inside.

Up until the Civil War, it had a thriving port and industries–with granite and lime quarries, lime kilns, and rich fishing grounds. 


Pulling lobster traps from a small skiff in the harbor.

Pulling lobster traps from a small skiff in the harbor.

It built clipper ships–fast beauties that sailed the world, with fittingly aggressive names–Red Jacket, Springbok, Defiance, Rattler, Live Yankee, Anglo-Saxon, Progressive, Yankee Ranger, Young Mechanic, and one misfit soothing name, Euterpe, giver of delight.

Many of Rockland’s old buildings were lost to fire and age.

The Odd Fellows Hall still has closets of odd regalia on the top floor. It's crying out for a paint job.

The old Odd Fellows Hall still has closets of odd regalia left behind on the top floor. It’s a lovely building but crying out for a paint job.

Its downtown, however, retains architecture from the late 19th and early 20th century, with exquisite details for anyone who takes the time to look up a little.  IMG_4014IMG_4021IMG_4043The downtown has a wonderful bakery, excellent restaurants, galleries, stores, and the Farnsworth museum, featuring the Wyeths and other local artists.

I love how the girl in this shot is captivated by the window display.

I love how the girl in this shot is captivated by the window display.

I’m a little embarrassed to say we haven’t been to the Farnsworth yet.  I can blame the weather.  IMG_4050We wanted to focus on outside work in the good weather and museums in the winter.  But our weather has been so mild that we continue to work outside.

Even the pigeons are enjoying the sun.

Even the pigeons are enjoying the sun.

More sunbathing.

More sunbathing.

Museum weather will come soon enough, I’m sure.IMG_4191

Finally, the gym at Rockland’s YMCA (which is inexpensive and open to everyone) has a full-length bank of windows looking out on the harbor—it must be one of the best gym views in the country.  Sweet.      IMG_4113