
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.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

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.

Looking one one.

Or, if you turn around, the other.
my shoes not off for two weeks now
at least in the stinkin’ dream

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.

New England history is all through Harvard. And then Yale and Williams College.
Except, of course, a few mavericks like me. (Even though, humbly confessed, I’m not a historian.)
Well, you do have another opportunity to see why he said that if you register promptly for my free Zoom presentation from Cape Cod at 12:30 Sunday afternoon ( https://bit.ly/QuakingDover ).
Here’s hoping to hear from you there!
I looked out from the kitchen sink window and saw this:


With the Suncatcher House in the background.

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.
Holy Land Mart
rolls of steel ingots
Potluck House



How’s this for a brief section of one trail?
Defense Mapping Agency
“luck favors the trained mind”