
This happens when the air temperature approaches zero Fahrenheit, well below that of the Atlantic.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

This happens when the air temperature approaches zero Fahrenheit, well below that of the Atlantic.

A first attempt to photograph the northern lights using my cell phone. It does look like a sunrise except in the north. Next up is time-length exposures using a tripod and remote shutter. That’s when much fantastic color that isn’t seen at the time by the naked eye is detected.
I’ve even bookmarked the two-day forecast to keep me posted.
They’ll even shuck their treasures from the shells before returning to dock, no matter how cold.

Carved in stone in Trout Brook cemetery, Weston, Maine, this portion of the deceased’s name makes its own statement. Can we adapt this as a motto for the New Year, with a sense of zest?
I do suspect that gravestones can be a great source of first or last names when it comes to writing fiction, not that I did that in crafting my existing novels.

It’s made a huge difference, cutting our pricy fuel oil usage roughly in half.

Found at a yard sale, this old six-pane window sash had been converted into small blackboards. And then the designer in our household decided to add some cork to create the small bulletin boards. Yeah, make it even more useful.
I was skeptical at first but have grown rather fond of it.

Clyde joined us for Pirate Festival and then Halloween and has just stayed around. Remember, too, it’s still Christmas till the 6th.

Campobello Island, New Brunswick, viewed from Eastport, Maine.

Ours doesn’t come indoors until the day before Christmas and rarely is it decorated before dark. Long ago I learned the price of pushing the tradition to get the job done earlier in the day. Nope, it’s not a task to be done more efficiently.
Last year, we cut ours at Moosehorn National Wildlife Refuge with a permit. You’d be amazed how few natural trees measure up. We’d see a good one only to find two growing close together. Separated, they were lobsided and had bald spots. This one caught our eye but we then passed, thinking it might be too open. A mile or two or walking later, we returned and decided to give it a try after all.
Here’s to the wonders of the tradition of sitting in a mostly dark room early morning or evening and enjoying the lighted branches.

Some things are timeless.
