Category: Postcards
Fog rolling in
San Francisco has no monopoly. We are, after all, the City in the Bay.
Swimming hole
I’ll let others swing out on that rope.
As it says on the bridge.
You can even just sit in one of the little basins in the fish ladder and let the water rush over you.
Woodland trail, Shackford Head
Looking one one.
Or, if you turn around, the other.
A 17th century herb garden
Well, this is how it looked last September.
The English colonists knew their herbs and spices, as shown in the Pemaquid state historical site’s garden. The selection includes bee balm, betony (lamb’s ear), celandine, chamomile, chives, clove pink, crane’s bill, dill, evening primrose, feverfew, Johnny jump up, lady’s mantle, lavender, lemon balm, mint, parsley, sage, savory, tansy, tarragon, thyme, and yarrow. Many of these were grown for their medicinal applications.
We never had much more than salt and pepper back in the ‘50s, at least as I recall as a kid.
Dewy web
I looked out from the kitchen sink window and saw this:
With the Suncatcher House in the background.
You were expecting fireworks?
Good morning! This is another example of our dawns around here, just not during our current two weeks of heavy fog, rain, and occasional thunderstorms. It is a welcome reminder, though.
Torchlight parade
Kids and families, mostly. It’s a traditional part of our big multiday Fourth celebration.
Lubec with Grand Manan Island in the background
As seen from Shackford Head in Eastport.
Kitchen table window
Jnana's Red Barn 