

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





This place is windy 360 days a year.
The way Yakima was sunny, ten months out of 12.
In fact, there used to be a windmill across the street from my house.
What’s unique about the weather where you live?
That’s how the Native name Machias translates.



The tranquil city of Machias at the falls is the Washington County seat.
Our tides vary between 15 and 25 feet, depending on the moon cycle, and half of that change occurs in just two hours, halfway between high and low. It still amazes me.


It’s a line from a wife working with her captain husband at sea, in correspondence preserved at the Penobscot Marine Museum in Searsport, Maine.
What wisdom!
The ocean can be truly cruel, especially on the sailing ships and their masts of her era.

I have to confess to how many of America’s national parks remain on my to-visit list. But I still have some favorites among the ones I’ve explored. They don’t have to be massive to still be impressive.
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There are many more, awaiting personal discovery. So what are your favorites?


This three-ring clock made for a really appreciated Christmas gift. Its dials (not digital!) track the phases of the moon as well as the rhythm of the tides, which are truly impressive where I’m now living and change every 6 hours and 13 minutes or so. I can know before setting forth what to expect along the waters, especially if I’m thinking of tide pooling or looking for sea glass.
For their part, moon cycles are supposed to be related to mood swings and creativity and, as I’ve heard, even artificial insemination of cattle, whether the calf is going to be male or female. (I got that from some very scientific farmers, by the way.)
Since the night sky around here is often clouded, I do like not being ignorant of what lunar phase we’re in, even if I might scoff at its significance. It’s kinda like having X-ray vision.
All in all, these revolutions make me feel more connected to my place in the universe. Wherever that is.