June 10, 2012

Somthing Wonderful: Welcome To Any World, Maine

Western Maine, yo.

It's cool in the early morning. The window screens breathe in and out with the breeze. The sun finds all sorts of windows it's not on speaking terms with three seasons a year. Its fingers point out a spot a painter missed in 1901.
The birds are arguing or in love -- what's the difference -- and the butterflies start their congeries of flightpaths around the lupens and phlox. I've already opened the basement below the basement, and put the bicycle out on the patch of pavement behind the house that is my boy's ration. He'll spend the morning looping around it a thousand times, as precisely as a driver with a sponsor. -- More at Sippican Cottage: A Hint Of Debris

Given the Maine winter, it's only fair you get the Maine summer. Even better, if you live far enough off the "rock-bound coast," you get to live forever in the gone world.

Posted by gerardvanderleun at June 10, 2012 9:49 AM
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I feel like I'm watching scenes from round these heah pahts of Lancaster County PA.

Posted by: Jewel at June 10, 2012 10:24 AM

Lots of life is spent looping that circle.

Posted by: Casca at June 10, 2012 5:49 PM

True. But just as no one ever mentions the Australian blow fly when writing of OZ, so does the mighty Maine Black fly go unmentioned.

Posted by: Steve MacDonald at June 10, 2012 11:40 PM