Does it seem strange that we put artwork in our kitchens? I thought so at one time, but then I didn’t realize the warmth that a kitchen provides. Not just heat from cooking, but the joy of coming together in one place where the action is and where everyone seems to congregate.
Big kitchens, small kitchens, farm kitchens, and gourmet kitchens all have the “feel” of coming together. The hanging of “kitchen art” brings additional warmth to your place of putting food together and eating. It is a place of laughter, joy, and family. Hanging artwork only enhances the experience.
Farming in Maine was carved out of the woods and along the rocky shores. By the time the European settlers arrived, the Native Americans had been farming beans, corn, and squash in our beautiful state.
Families migrated to this area and developed farms for sustenance. Small and stately houses were built with barns that held livestock and feed.
It seems as though throughout the years that we have lost our “family farm” and the once big barns that held mounds and mounds of hay are slowly running into disrepair.
This stately place was found along Maine’s rocky shore in Blue Hill. A beautiful place that emotes memories of big barns and children shrieking with delight while running through the barn playing hide and seek.
Traveling around Maine in the winter can be a real hazard or a real treat. One special place is the Deer Isle Penninsula. If one searches long enough and is willing to take a few risks driving into secluded spots they can find some of the most awe inspiring beauty that our planet offers.
The Pumpkin Island Light directs those who sail or boat into Eggemoggin Reach. Built around 1855, it was one of the first lighthouses in Maine to use the Fresnel Lens.
The Maine State Museum is in the State’s capitol, Augusta, ME. If you are interested in the history of Maine and understanding what makes Mainers who they are; a visit is in order.
One particular section of the Museum covers Maine’s rich heritage of fishing, in particular the fishing of sardines and the canning of the delightful bounty. Lubec, Maine was once the place to go if you wanted a job in the industry.
Pick up 200 Hundred Years of Lubec History, 1776 – 1976 by Ryerson and Johnson to undertand the area during that time period.
There is a general store in Greenville, Maine, USA that is locally known as the Indian Store. I believe it has been renamed to Kamp Kamp or something of the like, however, you can get most any supply you may need or just plain want in order to spend a week trekking along the sides of Mooshead Lake or taking a side trip while walking the Appalacian Trail.
You see, the Trail winds and curves south and east of Mooshead Lake, the largest mountain freshwater lake in the eastern US. But it is worth a jaunt into Greenville to visit the Indian Store where you most likely will want bug spray and clothing to keep you warm on those cool spring and summer nights! After all….it is in the Maine Highlands.
Greenville is an opportunity to experience the Maine Woods and the writing of Henry David Thoreau.
Can you see into the woods? Maine has funky weather during the months of November and December. Just when you think it will snow, it rains then snows and goes on like that for about a month. Of course, one wishes for snow on Christmas for it makes the day idyllic and dreamy. However, it often turns warm enough for the ground fog to appear and cast a dreamy haze about the earth. Christmas Day 2013
Most folks, when visiting Maine, usually do not get far enough north to visit the town of Stonington. It is generally considered by visitors that “down east” is York, Ogunquit, or Kennebunkport. However, being a true Mainer, down east is not on the beaten path to southern Maine or Acadia National Park.
Stonington is at the end of one of Maine’s finest penninsulas. It seems a long journey down the Rt 15 to the tip. As one travels this road the sense of having crossed into the land of the hardworking seafarers, lobstering people of Maine; someplace special once the other side the Deer Isle Bridge crossing Eggemoggin Reach.
Keep traveling to the end of the road and you are in Stonington. Small town, hardworking folk, tall ships, schooners, and the smell of the sea will fill your soul.
Even though we are traveling difficult times worldwide or nationwide, there is beauty surrounding us everywhere. Given the world situation, we are quarantined sequestered, sheltered in place, and looking to see and hear something different daily. Photography has been an outlet for me and fortunately I have a zillion photographs to edit. Some are good, some not so good and to be honest, some just outright poor! However, it gives me pleasure to review, relish the memory of taking the photo, and edit. Sharing………………………
Maine wild blueberries are known around the world. And, in my opinion being a native Mainer, are the most tasty blueberry around.
Blueberries are grown in areas where the glaciers ripped the topsoil off Maine and left nothing but acidic soils. Wild blueberries love those soils and grow not only in small barren areas but in very large fields aptly named blueberry barrens. Two thirds of the plant is grown underground and one plant can grow, with off shoots, the size of a football field. Blueberries are an amazing and healthy plant for consumption.
The small fruit, when ripened, often makes the field look blue. However, once harvested and the weather turns chilly, the leaves create a beautiful red vista. A sight to behold.
For those of us in the Northeast and around the world who do not see spring until April or May, tulips are a ray of hope of the season to come. We look forward, after a long and colorless winter, to green grass and the beautiful colors of tulips.
Please click on the link beneath the tulips and enjoy the beauty around us.