Despite record-breaking cold temps, snow, ice, torrential rain and winds gusting over 50 miles per hour over the past couple of days, there are definite signs of Spring in my yard. To start, the grass is turning green!
Wayne and I took a walk in our woods to where the clearcutting is occurring behind our property line. It’s very sad up close, but we found comfort in the beauty of our woods in the early spring. It’s therapeutic to share it here with you, both the ugly and God’s creations.
Greater Portland, Maine has been growing rapidly which includes my town of Scarborough. With “development” comes destruction. Since I purchased my house nine years ago this month I have witnessed many changes in my immediate neighborhood. Where there was once a large open field and woods is now a housing development. The majority of older homes that have sold within the past couple of years went under contract within days, were gutted then renovated before being flipped. Abutting my neighbors across the street was some clear cutting due to a parking lot expansion for a new medical building so that they now have a view of a parking lot!
This is one of the reasons why my own two acres of woods in my backyard have been extra special to me. It’s also why when I came home from running some errands I was heartbroken and shocked when I saw what had happened in less than a day.
“They” were talking about temps reaching close to 70 degrees today! I had high hopes of a Ferry Beach picnic in February. This morning I made a salad with iceberg (I know it’s the Wonder Bread of lettuces but sometimes I crave it), berries and English Seaside cheddar. I envisioned sitting on a towel on the warm sand enjoying my little picnic in the middle of winter, kooky as it may be. It didn’t come to fruition though, since the temps barely reached fifty degrees by the water with a healthy breeze blowing. However, I still was able to enjoy a lovely walk.
Around 1:00 a.m. I heard a delicate sound that seemed like it was by the bedroom window; it was very faint and dainty and not the kind that implies danger. It was actually somewhat soothing and I drifted off into a surreal dream: I was outside at nighttime and saw a strange creature under the streetlamp. It was the size and shape of a chipmunk and had a deer-like face. I got out of bed at 4:30 (my usual time) and was pouring coffee when Wayne said from the bedroom: “Averyl. Come here.” I saw he was looking outside the window and he moved aside so I could see.
Shortly after I bought my house in 2009 I researched who lived in my house in the 1950s. It turned out to be the town Santa Claus! He and his wife had my house custom built in the early 1950s, then lived here for over forty years where they raised two children. There was only one other owner between when they moved out and I moved in. I invited them over and they shared many wonderful photos and stories. During Christmas that year I invited them “home” once again!
Good morning! I’m feeling better today. Out of the blue on Friday I came down with a fever peaking at 101, sore throat and swollen glands that lasted through the weekend. I went to the doctor yesterday and I have tonsillitis. I’ll know tomorrow if I need antibiotics and I really hope I don’t because I don’t tolerate them very well and am allergic to some. However, I’m hopeful I won’t need them because my symptoms are far less severe today. In the meantime I’ve been “summering” at home and the accommodations, entertainments and care thanks to Wayne have been tops! Continue reading “Summering at Home in Scarborough (while sick)”
I hope you got my reference to Keeping Up Appearances!
It feels really good to finally have some time to relax after a hectic yet exciting two weeks. I can’t figure out how to make the summer seem like it’s lasting longer than it does. There’s so much to experience and enjoy, but when I do that the more quickly it flies by. I know I’m not alone with this, right?! Savoring it all and sharing it here on my blog with you feels like a good practice. So, I have good news to share about out tomatoes after a harrowing beginning during a very cold and wet spring. Continue reading “Our first ripe tomato from our bucket (it’s pronounced “bouquet”) garden!”
After church yesterday Wayne and I went to Rising Tide for celebratory lobster to celebrate my 23 years of sobriety. We thought we were playing it smart by going between lunch and dinner so that we’d be able to get a table in a reasonable period of time (or a table at all!), but we almost had to turn around! Dozens of cars were illegally parked by beachgoers taking up the parking spaces intended for the boat launch and business. Scarborough police left so many tickets that they had to call backup to bring more! Continue reading “Lobster at Rising Tide/Pine Point Fisherman’s Co-op, Scarborough”