SLEEPING IN THE EAVES: MAINE ISLAND LIFE

It was a summer of fog, rain...lots of rain, then an abundance of sunshine to finish off the final days of island time. Although it's officially summer until the 22 of September, high season on the island ends on or before Labor Day. From the final ferry out on a Sunday afternoon to the packed return boat a week later, each day served up the best of island life and conjured up memories of summers past.

It was the last week of August and finally the conditions of warm temperatures and strong sun rays produced that intoxicating aroma when the sweet scent of earth, wild flowers, ripened berries and fruits combine. Add the humming of grasshoppers and buzzing of bugs in the tall grass, and you have the quintessential sound and scent of "A" MAINE SUMMER DAY. That is what lingers in my mind, from childhood to now, and memory never fails to make it perfect. So it was a week of walks, exploring new places, revisiting some old and that smell of an August day in Maine prevailing. In this day and age of capturing everything in a bottle, would I want this as room spray? Absolutely not. I want it left to nature, where to experience it continues to be a gift that is always a joy to receive.

The week was flush with activities: artist reception, gallery opening, short film screenings, talks by resident professionals, assisting in the gift shop and leisurely socializing . And there is always taking time to sit on the deck and watch the ferry arrive and depart and the water traffic move through the passage connecting West Penobscot Bay to East Penobscot Bay. It is ever changing and always interesting. But island time is different. The clocks may read the same as those on the mainland, but we move more serenely through the minutes, hours, days. We try not to crowd our schedules, but that is easier said then done. Sometimes it just gets too busy. That's when the eave calls for a respite or reading indulgence. This summers most captivating read? THE LOVELIEST WOMAN IN AMERICA by Bibi Gaston. (http://www.authortracker.com/) Had this book not been available in the gift shop and had I not met the author, I probably would have completely missed this enthralling story of three generations so eloquently recounted by Miss Gaston. Beyond the family specifics, it presents a message many women will empathize with.

The final gallery exhibit of Julia Greenway's watercolors and oils presented the artistic find of the summer. Her delicate, detailed watercolors are in extreme contrast with the force found in her oils. "Could this be from the same hand?" Julia's work exposes insight into her depth and I like that. She creates from her soul. Everyone attending the opening night reception must have felt the same way as seventy-five percent of the exhibit sold at that event. A mere handful of works remained by the end of the week. When Julia gets her web site up, I'll include the direct link.

The final lingering memories are those appealing to my taste buds. Again, island life encourages one to live in the present and that means partaking of foods readily available. My hostess' son was delivered thirty mackerel from which he produced "potted mackerel" derived from a vintage old fishwives recipe. The cleaning of all those fish and making of that epicurean delight is another story in itself. The sampling has me yearning for more. Berries and fruits abound this year...so do fruit cobblers and compotes. Blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, peaches, plums, apples: serve them solo or combined. Spectacular colors (like the blackberry - peach compote seen here) and sweet sensations to conclude any dining experience.

Island life has taught me that less is more. It seems that all aspects of life are minimized but the experience is richer. It's not quantity, it's quality. And I'm always a better person when I return from the island.

Back on the mainland, my sense of balance needs readjusting. It seems that eight days on the island has me feeling a bit like I would after days of sailing. Sea legs vs. land legs.

Firmly planted on the Back Cove once again. let me leave you with an island sunset.

MAINE MORNING DUCK REPORT: ONE YEAR LATER, SEPTEMBER

The vigil is over.

Daisy, perched in the window providing a straight shot view to the duck channel, has been patiently watching and waiting for days that have led into months. It has been a very long time since our friends left. Egrets and The Great Blue Heron departed with other snow birds last November. Some went south, some to more sheltered coastal Maine inlets. The ducks sought quiet nesting grounds the end of April and have just now returned. But they are all back and through our open window passes the "quack-quack-quacking" of Mallard families as they glide effortlessly on the glassy Back Cove tidal basin. Daisy responds in her own sweet Maine coon cat voice. Not distinctively a "Meow." It can only be described as animal kingdom communication. Not for me to decode....only to enjoy the unadulterated pleasure it bespeaks. "THE DUCKS ARE BACK!"

During the duck's absence all has not been still on or around the Back Cove. Along the Rt. 295 corridor, YARDSCAPE,

a low maintenance garden, has emerged from layout stage a year ago to fully planted, bordered and blooming. Set back from the high tide mark of the eastern shore flats, the winding garden footpaths are positioned at an elevation that makes one feel as though they are walking below sea level! I don't have the the exact grade elevation of this "unexpected" shoreline floriculture to affirm that "feeling," but it works for me to have a momentary sensation of "walking on water!"

In the center of this meandering landscape, one will arrive at center court, a clearing with a geometric configuration formed from Maine granite. Research requires that I investigate the meaning of this specific design....if there is any. Maybe it's simply geometric.

Further along the footpath I observe the Great Blue Heron standing guard on the bird rock situated just inside the channel connecting Casco Bay to the tidal basin.. His view; 365 degrees. He is motionless. Standing, watching, taking in and monitoring all movement. Nothing will get in harms way. On two separate occasions, sans camera, I have watched, mesmerized as this graceful bird stretched his neck and head and tucked it completely around and under a wing. On another, I watched as the feeding hour was in progress and the Great Blue Heron only had focus for food within range. My close proximity did not deter his primary agenda; hunting.

With or without water fowl, life's renewal is ever present in this Back Cove neighborhood. On the southern shore, an industrious person, finding magic in washed ashore sea scraps has created a dining El fresco scene, complete with an arrangement of wild ragweed set upon the table. Can you guess who's coming to dinner? We'll have to wait and see.

Today, as with most days, it's a wonderful day in the neighborhood. A year ago I wrote three short paragraphs about a mystical walk I had on the footpath. It was the first MAINE MORNING DUCK REPORT. From that germinated a more expanded "Duck Report" and eventually the mainemorningreport BLOG. Thank you readers for your encouragement and support. Maybe, just maybe, there will be a birthday party El fresco. Watch for a cake with one brightly glowing candle taking center table on the banks of the footpath. See you there!

DEMOCRACY AT WORK: THE LITTLE SCHOOL THAT COULD

I recently attended the ribbon cutting and celebration of a new school for an island community that didn't qualify, and probably never would have made the State's designated school funding list. This school is a testament and living monument to what can be achieved when the "hand that promises to feed us" proves once again that "talk is cheap", fails, and good old individual American ingenuity steps in. The North Haven Community School on the island of North Haven, Maine should inspire us all to ask, "Not what our government can do for us, but what we can do for our ourselves."

It's a common story. Little player, some big problems, no government funding and a very small, weak tax base. That didn't stop the North Haven School Committee from taking on a mountain of obstacles presented by the State Education Accreditation Board. They had choices. Stand in line for state financing that would essentially never come. Send their high school students to another near-by island for schooling. (It had a new facility.) Or they could take the facility situation into their own hands, develop and drive a fundraising campaign and keep the education of their students on their island.

One thing they knew for sure. The island was producing amazing students that were consistently admitted to the top schools in the Country. And it's not all academic. This little island has produced a plethora of artists, writers, performing artists , fishermen, lobster men, teachers, boat builders and other great contributors to society.

I have to think that "blind faith" must have been the state of being when this little island community, never knowing that odds were against them, undertook an eight plus million dollar capital campaign to raise funds that would be needed to design and build new halls of learning.

Through a tax assessment they were able to raise $1.3 million. That left a mere $6.23 to go! Most people in the public domain would role over and call it quits. But not this group, spear headed by Nancy Hopkins-Davisson. Nancy is an island girl and proud of it. She went to North Haven Schools. Her children did and her grandchildren are. Her team was tireless. Her team was committed. Her team realized a true AMERICAN DREAM.

When classes began on September 8, 2008, it ushered in a new era for the North Haven Community School It represents the best of education, community spirit and the American Dream. I'm sure during those years of just dreaming, the committee must have been saying, "I think we can, I think we can." What else would keep them going but faith and true grit.

The day of the "New School" ribbon cutting everyone on the island was invited to the opening ceremony and a volunteer catered luncheon. Once again this wasn't deli purchased from a local supermarket. It was home grown, prepared and served up with pride...as was due.

There was something about the reality of this school that reminds me of the good old fashioned barn raisings of our ancestors. A community coming together for the betterment of all. Isn't that the way it's supposed to be? I personally think we do it better at home. NORTH HAVEN COMMUNITY SCHOOL is a living organism proving that. Each day it prepares people who will enrich our lives.

Many years ago I began my education in a one room school house. I have never forgotten those years and the wonder and thirst they instilled in me for learning. I want to think that a similar yearning is still experienced by the students fortunate enough to attend NORTH HAVEN COMMUNITY SCHOOL.

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FIRST FRIDAY ART WALK: SEPTEMBER

Looking up Congress Street from Monument Square, the fog was shrouded over Munjoy Hill and creeping down to the center of intown Portland. Summer temperatures availed and the sidewalks bustled with outdoor diners, gallery strollers and September "Seasoned" travelers that energize our economy during Indian summer. It was a great evening for the "Back to School" First Friday Art Walk and I was looking forward to returning to the swing of things now that our July 4th - Labor Day "lazy days of summer" was behind us. In Maine, we indulge in "nice days" like we have "snow days" during our longest season!

The energy felt on the streets did not transcended into the galleries. In fact, attendance was very minimal. But I did find a couple of exhibits that interested me because of their mediums and refreshing execution.

At SPACE GALLERY, http://space538.org/, kyle durrie presents a collection of quill pen and ink line drawings that are reminiscent of vintage geographical topography illustrations. Her interest in maps, charts and geometric shapes is evident and combined with her art history education, the marriage of art influence with clean. architectural lines and shapes creates a refreshing, new interpretation of pen and ink. Kyle feels the old fashioned quill pen is instrumental in the execution and achievement of her desired look.

At THE DANIEL KANY GALLERY http://dkany.com/, it's the creations in the rear room that captured my attention and heart. Tucked in a corner, one very toothy whale and an equally friendly school of fish called me to closer examination. Prehistoric in presence, each piece could have been excavated from the Fore River. But they weren't. They are 21st century works from Benjamin Lambert.

It all began with a tooth! The thought of implanting bad human teeth in a form as unnatural as a fish tickled Benjamin's"funny bone." Then came the utensil appendages, positioned to propel but functionally useless as a mobility source or for serving up nourishment. Under the gills are a set of geometric forms intended to be the immobile beasts energy source. Oxygen , collected through its gills and transmitted through a lateral tube on the under body , will eventually reach the fish or whale tail and produce the power necessary to propel. Are we seeing creations as originally intended, with teeth and utensils that became extinct due to lack of use? Did they go the way of the dinosaur?

It's the imaginative creations of "Friendly Jonah and the School of Fish" and the possibility that just maybe they did exist at one time that I find so compelling. As Ben explained to me, "This fish should be confusing and uncanny. I want it to be respected for its ability to cope with its odd peripherally constructed condition."

Constructed with Stoneware, each creature is thrown to about the size and shape Ben ultimately envisions. Through the settling process and patience, the vision for each piece emerges . With a clear personality in sight, Ben begins the molding and appendage attachment procedure that develops the "raw" beauty. The process of drying, first firing, glazing and final firing to Cone 6 temperatures (2165 - 2169 degrees Fahrenheit) in an electric kiln ensues.

As I make very clear, I'm not an art critic but a patron of the arts. What captures me is when I see the soul of the artist in their work. With both the quill and ink drawings of kyle durrie and the amazing creations of Benjamin Lambert, I felt touched by their soul. If you can catch these two exhibits, DO! I would love to hear what you think of these two significant emerging artists.

Till October 3 and the next First Friday Art Walk in Portland, enjoy and celebrate the arts. They abound.

EXPLORING MAINE: MY PICKS!

Maine and its restaurant scene is written about A LOT. Does anyone really need another travel article describing a New York editors idea of fine dining or a great lobster roll found in an over touristed town? Not really. But that is what the publications serve up season after season. So if you want the true inside scoop of the really good eats, shopping, antiquing, flea markets, roadside stands, etc., etc., etc.......check in with this mainemoringreport posting because I'm going to share my list which began decades ago as a Maine summer kid. As a Maine resident, I've worked some of that time as a manufacturers rep. calling on the finest gift shops. I've learned the circuit. Tag along. Journey with me. If you can't get there by car, many of the establishments have web sites.

MOUNT DESERT ISLAND...

Having but one day to spend on the island (MDI), I would browse THE KIMBALL SHOP of Northeast Harbor and take tea at THE JORDAN POND HOUSE in the middle of Acadia National Park. Traveling from one establishment to the other, by bicycle or motoring, you will experience some of the most extraordinary scenery on earth. From the dramatic rock outcroppings left by the great glacier to the image of pines growing to the blue, blue sea, the sight and scent of coastal Maine is naturally designed to take your breath away.

THE KIMBALL SHOP, Northeast Harbor, Maine.

Given the dilemma of selecting one store I would choose to "SHOP" in the United States, The Kimball Shop would win hands down. Equal parts Neiman Marcus, Bergdorf Goodman and Bloomingdales in a summer colony environment, The Kimball Shop offers everything..superbly: product, service, ambiance. From enamel trays for lobster bakes to fine French Limoge and English Wedgewood for dinner parties, you will find it at this venerable shop. The front room.... flush with fine china, crystal and linens is a throwback to a time to when everyone registered for both daily and formal place settings. The Kimball Shop regulars still do. The best of time has stood still at The Kimball Shop. Ramble through this never ending emporium and you will find just what you need and more. Don't miss the ladies clothing boutique two doors down. Many of my favorites have been purchased there from the most accommodating sales professionals.


Nancy Kimball Ho is the proprietress. Her great eye for buying at market is a gift for all. And the service... trained for royalty. "The customer (still) always comes first."


If you can't get there from here, visit the web site: http://www.kimballshop.com/ It doesn't even begin to tell the live story, but something is better then nothing.

THE JORDAN POND HOUSE. (at the base of the "Bubbles.")

Serving lunch, afternoon tea and dinner from May through late October, it was at the Jordan Pond House that I first "took" tea. Dating back to the late 1800's, afternoon tea has become a time honored summer tradition. Naturally one hopes for the perfect Maine summer day so this ritual can be experienced on the lawn spreading out to Jordan Pond with "the Bubbles" framing the back drop. Equally as splendid as the setting is the traditional tea which features the famous popovers, homemade ice cream and fresh strawberry preserves. Reservations and a healthy appetite are recommended. (Forget about Atkins and South Beach on this afternoon of indulgence.)


Can't make tea, Jordan Pond House also serves Maine menu inspired luncheon and dinner. Fortunately for the diner, popovers are always served.
RESERVATIONS ARE RECOMMENDED! 207.276.3316. http://www.jordanpond.com/

Now I'm taking you down 95 with a stop in one of Maine's foremost mill towns. Did you go to college with a Bates bedspread? It would have come from this Lewiston-Auburn area. Or if you're a parent with a child attending Bates College, "MY PICKS" will please you.


AUBURN, MAINE

ORPHAN ANNIE'S...Antiques and Curios, 96 Court Street (207. 782.0638)

Danny Pullin has been collecting his entire life and we are the blessed recipients of his passion! For more years then I want to remember he has satisfied and enhanced my "collection of the moment." It may take you a few minutes to assimilate all that is available as you glance upon the windows inspired and decorated by Larry. Then enter this one-in-the-world bazaar and explore! Take time, focus. The selection is beyond explanation. I've never been able to take it all in, so over the years I've found my way to what captures my imagination.. Fine jewelry is always a must look, while my antiquing partner in crime heads for the extensive Bakelite case. Sometimes I spot Spode china on the floor that just "came in" and hasn't been priced. I've lost myself in the scarf and hankie drawers. Then there's the room of vintage clothes and handbags. Most recently it's the Asian case that has been pulling me. Some of my recent purchases have been there for thirty years...according to Danny.

People from all over the world shop ORPHAN ANNIE'S. Young, old, famous, not so famous. It has it all and serves all.

On Monday, from 9:00 to 1:00, Danny opens his five story warehouse. That adventure defies explanation. Dive in or run! Again, find a focus and enjoy the moment. You may not make it past the first floor...but what's the hurry. Come back again. orantiques@werizon.net.

The intensity of ORPHAN ANNIE'S will stimulate your appetite. Just a few doors down the street you'll find nourishment to sustain.

HOLLY'S OWN DELI

... cooks it up fresh...everyday. Vegetables come from the garden out back. Soups and salads are creative and taste tantalizing. And if you like quiche, Holly makes a killer lobster quiche. Nothing skimpy about the portions and prices are pre-fuel crisis! Eat in or take out. If it's a nice Maine day, you just might choose to walk across the street and dine on a park bench along the Androscoggin River.

I've been known to shop, eat and shop some more!

Leaving the middle of the state and heading towards the coast, our next stop will be in

FREEPORT, MAINE.

I feel compelled to mention something in Freeport, home of Maine's most famous tourist attraction and worldwide retailer, LL BEAN. But "My Pick" isn't LL. Instead head down Bow Street (directly across from the LL flagship store) to Depot Street. Tucked in the basement of the BROOKS BROTHERS STORE you will find:

BROOKS BROTHERS FACTORY CLEARANCE CENTER.

Discounts are already deep, but during special promotions, it's possible to purchase top quality clothes at an eighty percent discount. Not a promotion going on? Savings will still be substantial. All my basics come from here which allows me to splurge on accessories! I dressed my son from this store until he informed me that I wasn't dressing him anymore! Now he purchases his own men's wear from BB FACTORY CLEARANCE CENTER! You will find a good selection of Brooks Brothers Boys Wear in the clearance center that is not in the upstairs. Men's and women's, too! And if you hit it right, their handmade Italian foot wear!

HARRASEEKET INN, BROAD ARROW TAVERN

In need of nourishment? Head directly for the HARRASEEKET INN on Main Street and rest a while in the Broad Arrow Tavern. With all you saved in BB, you can indulge in totally fresh, totally Maine food inspired recipes. Meats are free range and/or come from Wolfe Neck Farm. Seafood....fresh daily from the sea. Food sources are listed on the menu. http://www.harraseeketinn.com/

CUDDLEDOWN FACTORY STORE

After a respite, travel to Rt. 1 south on the south side of Freeport. About a quarter mile down the road, on the left, you will find the CUDDLEDOWN FACTORY STORE. The first floor features current bedding collections, comforters, pillows, and accessories from photo shoots. Don't miss the beds and rugs in a back room. If you want to be creative and realize significant savings....head upstairs. Overwhelmed? Tell one of the experienced, helpful assistants what you are looking for. They know the inventory and will make your search easy and fiscally beneficial. If you have time to look, fine European bedding and sleepwear await. Oh, yes, and a selection of the famous CUDDLEDOWN comforters and pillows are available and discounted. Get on their mailing list so you are notified of the twice-a-year 70% off sales! SWEET DREAMS. http://www.cuddledown.com/

ROYAL RIVER NATURAL FOODS

Need a pick-me-up after CUDDLEDOWN? Just next door is ROYAL RIVER NATURAL FOODS. A really decent natural foods store with lots of Maine products at very reasonable prices. No "Whole Paycheck" price gouging here. A small cafe with daily entrees awaits. Make sure to check out their selection of Maine's micro-brew beers. I'm not a beer drinker but I do give them as gifts. http://www.royalrivernaturalfoods.com/

And now for Maine's BIG CITY experience!

PORTLAND, MAINE

There is so much to love about this little city by the sea. It really does have it "all going on!" Establishments I have selected to highlight are again, MY PICKS!

HOLLY STONE, 98 Exchange Street

Recently re-located to the upper end of Exchange Street in the Old Port, this very continental ladies boutique will make you feel like you're in a major metropolitan area ( equal parts San Francisco, LA and New York. ) Seeking style beyond Talbots, trendy current designers or that Sex in the City look? Holly's eye for tasteful, couture inspired, flattering ready to wear apparel, panache and gracious manner is sure to make you a regular. The old adage, "Less is More" certainly applies here.

If on your first visit you think you've encountered the English actress Julie Christie, you've actually met the lovely Holly Stone. Holly was away from our area for awhile. Fortunately, for us, she's returned.

STANDARD BAKING COMPANY, 75 Commercial Street

Baguettes on par with France, pecan raisin buns a match for Zabaars...what's not to love! From the best breads to awesome pastries, STANDARD has created quite a following since it's inception in the mid-90's. Great for them...slightly unfortunate for the locals....the word is out. Yesterday I stopped in, mid-morning ,for my favorite splurge...a pecan raisin bun....and they were sold out at 11:00 am on a Sunday. Had to complete my urban walk without that indulgent carbo blast! Next walk, I'll call ahead!

HANNAFORD SUPERMARKET on the BACK COVE

Need a big city fix in our little city? Explore HANNAFORD SUPERMARKET off Forest Avenue and Baxter Blvd. It's an international emporium. From the expansive fresh produce department, endless bakery, fresh sushi bar, butcher shop and fresh seafood section, and largest organic foods department in New England supermarkets, there's not much left to the imagination here. I always look at the fresh aloe leaves and sugarcane but haven't found the necessary recipes...yet. While browsing and taste testing freshly prepared foods, you'll be mingling with people of many cultures in their native dress.

Employees are friendly, knowledgeable and always accommodating. Having returned to city life after too many years in a suburban outpost, I love this supermarket! And I don't even like to grocery shop!

CASCO BAY FRAME & GALLERY, (next to HANNAFORD on BACK COVE)

Looking for a card beyond the ordinary? How about very limited edition carved pottery with pizazz? For cards choose from an array of Maine artist designed, hand made ( by Holly) or the extraordinary letterpress works from Dauphine Press. All of the employees are artists in their own right and have work on display. CBF is a leader in supporting local artisans. CASCO BAY FRAME is much more then a frame shop offering museum quality work...it's a market of unusual, one-of-a-kind items. This is the place to go when you want to make a lasting impression. http://www.cascobayframes.com/

FIACHRE, 426 Fore Street (in the Old Port)

Ten years ago Melissa Howe opened this garden nest in the middle of Old Port night life! Whoever said a garden shop had to have easy parking? On a street where there is always traffic, Melissa has thrived and gained a very loyal following. Upon entering the subdued lit store front, you can smell the organic nature of dirt, stoneware and wrought iron. Most of the fixtures and adornments are New England made. Check out the chalk board behind the front counter. Posted daily is the water temperature of Casco Bay. Maybe that's more information then you need! Again, this store offers a more urban feel...like you would expect in Chelsea or the Village.

MAMMA MIA: MIDDLE AGE ROCKS!

Okay...I thought the advertisements looked enticing. Greek coast, fluff story and romping ABBA music. But you know the drill, movies are never as good as the stage show and I had seen the original stage production in London with my son, New Years Day 2001. Left to my own devices, I would probably have taken a pass. Fortunately, that was not to be. My son gave me movie tickets for opening day! He even went and purchased them for the theater and time of my choosing. So the stage was set.....so to speak.

With another middle aged mom in tow, we were off to see MAMMA MIA. The theater was almost full with what appeared to be "seasoned' viewers like ourselves. I couldn't believe that ABBA had this many fans or that the audience had seen a stage version. They must have been here for the scenery.

Certainly, the scenery does not disappoint. In fact, I'll bet tourism in Greece increases tenfold because of this film. So we have the GORGEOUS scenery, but surprise, surprise, is the cast. From the opening prologue, "I Have A Dream," to the foot stomping finale, "Waterloo," the cast delivers and makes our hearts light, happy and even sing. Try hard not to get caught up in the infectious rhythm. You'd have to be a die hard snob or just plain dead. Suspend all reality. When Pierce Brosnan opens his mouth and sings...at first it doesn't compute...but then I let it go and just enjoy. Meryl Streep is having the time of her life in the lead role. Many years before our eyes have earned her the right to risk critical shame and have some fun. And fun she has. Backed up by Julie Walters and Christine Baranski, actresses of equal critical acclaim, the three toss all shame to the wind and really rock. Thank you ladies. Middle age is alive, well and still rock'n after all these years. The movie really picks up when they rip into "Dancing Queen" and the frolic of all the island women along the craggy coastline has the audience applauding. It may seem like silly ladies liberation but it speaks volumes. Watch for those "Dancing Queen" tee shirts in the holiday catalogs!

Same goes for the men. Pierce Brosnan, Colin Firth and Stellan Skarsgard. All seasoned professionals secure in themselves and careers to take the risk of performing in this movie. And they succeed. Not only was I having fun watching them, I kept thinking they must of had fun making this movie.

Sweet Amanda Seyfried more then holds her own against this star studded cast. Natural, unaffected, perfect.

What I'm really writing about here is our need for fun, laughter and silliness. In this day of uncontrollable gas and food prices, fuel costs that will leave many Northerners frigid for the winter and a less then inspiring political situation in our country, WE NEED TO LAUGH AND FEEL GOOD ABOUT SOMETHING.

MAMMA MIA delivers feeling good. Just as the music of ABBA did in the 70's, it does today. It puts a rhythm in our soul and makes us want to toss all concerns to the wind and dance. Thank you to ABBA for the enduring music, the star studded cast of the movie for "taking a chance" and to my son Selby, for knowing what's best for me.....sometimes!
Selby, thank you for the laughter.

Love, MOM

Maine Morning Duck Report: July 4, 2008

Old Glory blows over the Back Cove. Secured to a winter stick, the American flag billows in all its red, white and blue splendor above the tidal basin reflecting the intensity of the summer cloudless,blue, blue sky. "Let freedom ring," it announces to all passing on the foot path or driving US 295.

Stillness speaks loudly today as I take to the walkway. A few bicyclists pass without a sound but for an occasional muffled conversation. Birds chatter announcing the berries that are ripe and ready for plucking from the shrubs. They will be intoxicating in another month. It seems like just yesterday that this same foliage was in full springtime bloom. There is a hum in the grass brought about by bugs and caterpillars. And the many wild flowers that rim the water line add a punch of color to this blue-green paradise. There are names for all , but I only know rose ragosa, Queen Anne's Lace, Black Eyed Susan's and two different blooms in shades of periwinkle and royal blue. I am reminded of a line from a Wordsworth poem: "I cast to earth a seed, Up there came a flower, The people said a weed." Isn't it always in the eye of the beholder?

And finally, let us praise the blossom laden linden trees that rim the basin and their sweet, sweet scent permeating the air in this urban oasis. Not a department store perfumery, merely nature at work doing what nature does best.

My Back Cove walk is one of solitude on this July 4th. Even the water is becalmed as the ducks and other water fowl have yet to return . One sole seagull glides effortlesely over the placid sea. A person experiencing the quietness is tucked into a private space on the shore. It is the calm before the storm.

Precisely at the hour of dusk, cars begin to stream on to the Boulevard and quickly fill in the parking spaces. People pour out of the vehicles with folding chairs and coolers in hand. Positions on the grass between the footpath and very high tide are staked out and the waiting game for the 9:00 pm fireworks begins. I am perched on higher ground and have a birds eye view of this Independence Day practice. It is all surprisingly quiet as everyone has their eyes glued to the East End beach skies awaiting the first burst in the black sky. Before the curtain goes up on that show, sparklers provide a swirling light infused rim to the 3.5 mile circumference of the water line. Just a peak of what's to come.

As the sun sets, a hush shrouds the area. Black stillness envelopes us as we wait with great anticipation that first boom and the ensuing display of dancing light. It begins... and for thirty minutes we are captivated by the magical show in the sky that is such a part of all July 4th celebrations. FIREWORKS! They ignite the child in us all. And sparklers! I still delight in waving them about. Always save the best for the last seems to be Rule 101 of pyrotechnics. We are not disappointed and applause ripples through the air as the last spark of light falls into Casco Bay. The finale to another celebration of our many freedoms.

LET FREEDOM RING. OH BEAUTIFUL FOR SPACIOUS SKY. GOD BLESS AMERICA.