Sunday, May 24, 2015

Day "Off"...

I woke up happy, knowing the day was stretched before me, full of possibilities. I had a long "to do" list and hoped to cross many items off of it. The day was fair and warm, the air scented with apple blossoms and full of the sound of birds singing and bees having a pollination party in the flower-laden trees.

I did the morning chores; milked the goats, collected eggs, fed and watered all the livestock. I chatted with my sisters on the phone, our lovely weekly tradition. Then Chris and I went out for breakfast. After that we hauled out a huge role of electrified netting wire and fenced in a scrubby area between the pasture and the road. We turned the goats out there to browse. "Browsing" refers to eating leaves and brush, rather than grass. Goats prefer browsing over grazing, but our pasture is mostly grass so they are browse deprived. Turning them out into this area is good for them, as they can eat food they enjoy, and good for us, because they will tidy up a scrubby spot on our property.



Bonus! There are a few huge boulders there, and the kids found them to be fabulous spots to play "king of the mountain."

Once that project was done we took the weeks trash to the transfer station, then stopped at the local farm stand and picked up some beautiful hanging pots of flowers to decorate the yard. Back home I tackled the messy front flower bed.



I moved boulders, raked up leaves and debris from the long winter, then hoed out weeds. I pruned back the roses, and hung two of the pretty pots I had brought home. Then I hauled bucket after bucket of mulch and raked it out, deep and dark and pretty. The garden is now ready for planting. I will probably put annuals in there, so it will be bright and colorful all summer.



I weeded around a few other smaller spots and mulched them well. There is still a good bit to do to get the yard looking the way I want it to, but we made big progress on our day "off."

As evening approached we had our first "summer supper," at the picnic table. Chris treated us to lobsters and cooked them table-side.



We keep our lobster feasts simple. Bread, butter, lobster, wine. Paper towels to wipe up the mess. It's not fancy, the focus is entirely on the rare, succulent, special flavor of the steaming crustaceans that grace our plates. The buttery, salty, sweet taste of summer. And the perfect end to a delightfully productive day.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Reason 6,423 why I love living in Maine...

One of the nice things about living here is that if you have something you don't want, like a dysfunctional gas grill, or a broken chair, you can put it out in front of your house and 99.9% of the time someone will haul it away. Recycling at it's finest. I had a small electric heater built to look like a wood stove that I no longer wanted. It worked just fine, but the motor that blew the warm air out was a bit loud and they make more efficient ones now. I put it by the side of the road with a little sign that said, "Works perfectly, $15.00." The day was fine and several people stopped to look, but no one bought. The little stove stayed out overnight.

The next day it was still there. In the afternoon storm clouds rolled in and I knew I should go retrieve it from the great outdoors, but I was working and didn't have time to stop what I was doing. The skies opened up and the poor little electric stove got the bath it never wanted. I felt bad about it, but there was nothing to be done at that point.

Today when I checked the mailbox I found this:



I would have gladly given the water logged thing to anyone who wanted it, but here was this very nice note, and 10 one dollar bills, placed kindly in my mailbox. I love living in Maine.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Wee visitors...

"The ruby-throated hummingbird is a species of hummingbird that generally spends the Winter in Central America and migrates to Eastern North America for the Summer to breed. Wikipedia
Scientific name: Archilochus colubris
Rank: Species
Higher classification: Archilochus"

They have arrived!



I'm not sure how many hummingbirds we have here, but there are several. They zip around, making buzzing sounds with their whirring wings. I love to see them, perched in the lilac bushes, zooming about the gardens, and dining, over and over, at the feeders. Welcome back,little friends!

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Nature hike...

I found an event in the newspaper that interested me. It was billed to be a hike with a local naturalist, and he would be telling us about the importance of Alewives to the local ecology. Alewives are little fish that come from the ocean in the spring, and work their way up streams until they find the pond they were hatched in. They detect the right pond by the smell of it. Once there they spawn, then return to the sea. Their migration causes an uproar with the gulls, Osprey and Bald Eagles. The place where the walk was held is local, but I have never been there. It was beautiful!



Sadly the event was not really as billed. It was a bird walk, which was very interesting, but I had my sights set on learning about the fish! We saw many warblers, and the woods were alive with bird song. Everything was growing, in bright shades of what I call, "new green." There were a lot of snails, too, feasting on all that growth.

We walked to the head of the tide, where the fresh water and salt or brackish water meet. We saw a Bald Eagle there, perched in a tall pine, surveying the riches of food below. He sailed off before I could get a picture.






It was a lovely walk, and fun to do something outside my normal routine. I need to take more nature hikes.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Show offs...

Because I have been feeding the wild birds since last fall, I have a population which seems to be quite active and stable. I am keeping the feeders full, and there are not words to explain how much I enjoy watching them. All winter, when the world was shades of monotone, the birds were mostly drab as well. But now that spring is cranking up, the birds are showing off.


There are flocks of Goldfinches. Even though they are sort of "common," they delight me.



The Red Wing Blackbirds hang out under the feeders a lot, picking up seeds that have fallen. They hold their wings away from their bodies a bit, showing the patches of color on their shoulders. Some have just a sliver of red, others have a large swath. I don't know if it has to do with age or genetics, but the ones with a lot of red seem masterful at making the most of what they have, flashing it shamelessly.




There has been a pair of Baltimore Orioles hanging around for the last few days. The female comes down to eat suet and sample the offerings of oranges I put out. It was fun to see the orange Oriole and the stunning male Rose Breasted Grosbeak in such close proximity.

Besides filling space with their bright colors, the birds are singing up a storm as well. They are vying for mates, scoping out potential nesting sites, and filling the great outdoors with great beauty. Sometimes being a show off is a good thing!




Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Life is...

Last fall I contracted with a local guy to make me an arbor. I wanted it to be big, rustic, and made of birch. He finished it in late November, and we installed it in December over the walkway to the front door. Cold weather arrived shortly after, and record snowfall.



A week or so ago one of my customers asked me what kind of vine I had growing on my arbor. I told her that the vines were all part of the arbor itself, cut last fall and wired on to the wooden frame. She said, "Really? Because they are budding out." I looked, and to my total surprise, she was right.



Not only were they budding, but now little leaves are popping from those buds. This growth from branches cut from their source 7 or more months ago. Branches that have been cut, varnished, and frozen. Branches far from their source, wired to a frame and exposed to the brutal New England elements. Life? It is persistent.





Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Adventures with Jane Doe...

When I finished work today, my daughter said, "It's so pretty outside, let's take our cameras and a baby goat to the cemetery and have a photo shoot." I was resistant, I had THINGS TO DO. But she is persistent if nothing else, and off we went.
Jane snuggled calmly in my lap while we rode. Once at the cemetery she hopped out of the car, and followed us calmly. At first we put a leash on her, but she didn't need it, staying within feet of us as we walked about.



She nibbled on weeds, and explored the "rocks," we passed.



The black flies were fierce, so we didn't stay long. Next we drove to our favorite summer swimming spot.
Jane liked this place, too.



All of this was a very pleasant diversion, punctuated with slips of growing beauty...


We dabbled our toes in the clear water. Just a month ago this place was filled with ice. On the surface the water didn't feel too horribly cold, but I bet it was much colder just under the surface. Perhaps we'll bring Jane back later in the season and see if she wants to take a little dip with us. She looks interested...