Ya' know old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say 'Hello in there, hello'
-John Prine
Contact our elders.
Unlike any other
Like two thoughts snuggled together. No social distancing required.
Like two thoughts snuggled together. No social distancing required.
I have been enjoying microgreens from Sprout House Microgreens...
I have been enjoying microgreens from Sprout House Microgreens, a business created by a neighbor of mine who grows these in his backyard greenhouse. Order by email weekly. Bursting sprouts, ridiculously fresh and uplifting. Great side or embellishment to those fresh scallops and fish you can get off the boats these days...and wonderfully nutritious.
Find Sprout House Microgreens on Facebook. Falmouth based business.
https://www.facebook.com/sprouthousemicrogreens/
We can support one another.
We can support one another.
A message from Stu Jones:
I have lobsters if anyone is interested.
Message me 776-0034.
Here's the opportunity to buy direct from the boat. You will know who harvested them. You will know his boat. You'll never feel the same the next time you look out in the harbor and recognize the Ann Elizabeth.
See mainelobsterfishermen on Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/p/B-Z4oOSJqRn/
REPOST FROM @rugged_seas “There is no better time than now to support local businesses... this includes farmers and fisherman. It’s a scary time for all of us, life has changed drastically in the last two weeks, but now is the time we all need to come together and support one another. My cousin is a lobsterman out of Portland, Maine. He has been selling fresh lobster right from his boat to try and sustain his business.... if anyone is looking for fresh lobster at a good price contact @harvester9283 “
Whole fresh ground fish from the Capt’n Jake
A message from a waterfront friend Ian Mayo:
The Covid-19 has definitely made our fishing industry come to a screeching halt. So to make a change we’re going to try something new by making a day trip and landing in Portland with FRESH ground fish on Monday for sale. If anyone would like whole fresh ground fish from the Capt’n Jake please let me know! This is buying fresh and as local as you can get!
Contact Ian Mayo via Facebook.
I might stand outside our six foot boundary and look in and let my heart fill and I would feel you hold me up.
I might stand outside our six foot boundary and look in and let my heart fill and I would feel you hold me up.
Emily's Oysters. Fresh from the sea. To your doorstep. At a social distance.
This is Emily Selinger. She sterns for the lobster boat the Haley G. But she's also a kickass oyster farmer. Emily will deliver fresh oysters to your door step. Honest. Fresh from the sea. To your doorstep. At a social distance.
www.emilysoysters.com or follow her beautiful Instagram account at #emilysoysters.
Fresh oysters a few hours from the sea. Maybe we can all help support local folks at this crazy time and stay healthy too. You might not ever have fresher product. Thanks Emily Selinger!
Fishermen supply restaurants. So, we know how well that's going these days.
Fishermen supply restaurants. So, we know how well that's going these days. We are able to purchase direct from fishermen though under certain conditions. (see Maine Coast Fishermen's Association) We live in a village. Isolated as we are at the moment. Maybe we can contribute to the local Heroes of the Waterfront at this time...directly. In a socially distant way.
Grateful for people who choose to do this. Falmouth, Maine.
Grateful for people who choose to do this. Falmouth, Maine.
—with Nancy Lund
May we all find our way home.
Recalling when I was an intern at The Telling Room, a non-profit Community Writing Center in Portland, Maine. My assignment was assisting with a workshop for fourth grade students. The room was bustling with energy and the workshop facilitators were offering rapid fire writing prompts the kids were responding well to. Until this one. The prompt was simply HOME.
At my table 4 of the 5 kids seized up. All I could see was spooked horses. Eyes white and bulging, frozen for a moment before they prepared to dig stirrups into their own hide to bolt.
It was quiet but I murmured 'I wasn't always happy at home. It wasn't a cozy place. I felt more at home running by myself in the woods...'
Oh? The young girl next to me said.
And then I, 'Is there a place like that for you?'
She finally exhaled the breath she had taken in when she first heard the prompt. She described her after school drama club where she loved who she could be and she could be ANYTHING.
I said 'Oh. Home.'
The others mentioned distressed parents, awkward step parenting. Much, much was left without words.
I remember that today as City of Portland institutes a Stay At Home Ordinance to curb the spread of Covid19.
May we all find our way home.
Everyone distant. Everyone thick as thieves. Love arrows arcing through the air covered in masks and gloves.
It was dark this morning. Sodden with half a foot of spring snow. Poor man's fertilizer. I think of Maple snow. And I think of the men at the ferry terminal. Displaced and without home are congregating as they do every morning. This morning? They actually are maintaining to 6' distances. This makes me so happy. I leave a bag of socks and coffee cards they distribute amongst themselves.
A tip of the hat, some really sweet responses through the air.
Everyone distant. Everyone thick as thieves. Love arrows arcing through the air covered in masks and gloves.
Vernal Equinox. Saying Vernal Equinox is a practice. A prayer. A verbal liqueur.
Vernal Equinox. Saying Vernal Equinox is a practice. A prayer. A verbal liqueur. It's tonight here in Maine at 11:50 PM EDT. The tide of light is incoming. Despite what we might think.
It's not easy in my home. With a bathroom and running water and a kitchen and some food and internet.Imagine without.
Dear Anonymous,
Many of them are sleeping outside. During the day the ones that have temporary shelter at night often are having trouble finding a bathroom to use. Ones roaming the streets after 2 AM are even more suspicious to police. Their usual shelters for coffee are not available to congregate. Overall the mood is anxious. Short tempered.
Some of their community resources have had to close. Cut back.
Like trimming a penny that wasn't ever enough.
I see them briefly. Put on gloves and hand a card. I miss being able to put my hand on their sleeve. Or their shoulder. Or the occasional hug. All that not the way at the moment.
The socks and coffee cards remain urgent.
It's not easy in my home. With a bathroom and running water and a kitchen and some food and internet.
Imagine without.
Our City by the Sea. The moon and venus remaining socially distant.
Our City by the Sea. The moon and venus remaining socially distant.
#notcancelled #loveatfirstlight #loveatfirstsight
#notcancelled #loveatfirstlight #loveatfirstsight
This Impossible Gradient
This Impossible Gradient
Never underestimate the effect of something very, very small.
The diameter of a human hair is about 100,000 nanometers.
The diameter of a human red blood cell is 10,000 nanometers.
The diameter of a Covid 19 virus particle is a puny 80 nanometers.
Just a tiny, little guy.
Never underestimate the effect of something very, very small.
Shall we all feel empowered by this.
Metaphorically, in a world of BIG diameter fear, anxiety and uncertainty, I will assume kindness is that 'little guy'.
With big effect.
Daylight reveals another chapter.
Daylight reveals another chapter.
The traps begin to move out.
The traps begin to move out.
Not cancelled.
Not cancelled.