a place
as beautiful
as anywhere
on this planet
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
a place
as beautiful
as anywhere
on this planet
Sailors who visited Eastport for the Fourth of July voiced their amazement at the pilot who guided their U.S. Navy destroyer vessel at the Breakwater pier in some very dense fog.
They could hear the conversational voices of humans on the pier and shoreline but couldn’t see a thing. We could hear them but not see them, too.
And then they were landed, gently and safely.
They told us he was a magician, and from my angle of observation, it was true. Even the commanding officer was most amazed, in what became a memorable experience.
Ours are smaller than the glorious Dungeness of the Pacific Northwest or Chesapeake Bay’s popular Blue delicacy, named for the color of their tips.
But that’s not to say Maine doesn’t have crabmeat that’s as sweet. Ours comes from two species.
Here’s some perspective.
Me? I haven’t yet had to complain of having too much. Now, please pass the Old Bay.

expanse of granite
mirrors
blaze in blue
water
So far, so good. The deer haven’t yet pushed the garden fence over or managed to get in despite the chicken wire.

That, in itself, gets a lot of the locals coming by to take a look at my fortifications and then talk, as well as a number of summer folk. Eastport is a pedestrian-friendly village. Others are in vehicles that slow down and roll down their windows.
Beyond that, many are also avid gardeners who admire what’s growing and then advise us while introducing themselves. Some have even left packets of seeds on our front-door steps.
Strangers have also come up to me downtown to say how much they like what we’re doing. As I acknowledge, my wife deserves most of the credit.
Either way, it’s one more positive small-town aspect of living here. You’re simply engaged with life all around you.
Nor have I mentioned how heavenly the buttery fresh lettuce tastes or how much a sugar-snap pea vine can grow in a day.

The fact that all this is in our front yard does, no doubt, make the garden more public, but it is where our best sunlight falls. Folks around here are practical and take that all in stride.
Speaking of practical? It’s that much less lawn I need to mow.
my shoes not off for two weeks now
at least in the stinkin’ dream
Unabashedly, I am a snob when it comes to putting big fireworks together in an aesthetic whole, rather than something that resembles an action movie big car smashup.
A smart design team can use the entire sky as a canvas of evolving colors, combined with the timing of a sharp comedian.
That said, here’s some perspective.

Kids and families, mostly. It’s a traditional part of our big multiday Fourth celebration.
Holy Land Mart
rolls of steel ingots
Potluck House
Defense Mapping Agency
“luck favors the trained mind”