KateInMaine
@kateinmaine
Living with cats and owls in an old farmhouse in Northern New England, seeking every joy in our interdependent web of being. Grateful to all those on BlueSky who widen and deepen my world.
Pretty in pink: a Primrose Moth. It hides on the yellowed leaves and inside the closed flowers of the Evening Primrose during the day and flies at night when the flowers open.
Back in Feb. I got a letter from Susan Collins saying “I can report that Secretary Noem has informed me that ICE has ended its enhanced activities in the State of Maine.” Despite being “appalled” by “tragic shootings” clearly the Senator did not follow through on that with MarkWayne Mullins.
Orange daylilies, emigrants from China hundreds of years ago, are blooming in my backyard and all over Maine. They mark old gardens long after the gardeners and even the gardens and houses they ornamented have vanished. In China they are called xuan cao: “forgetting sadness”.
Peonies are beginning to bloom! Lots of birdsong in the garden, too, from warblers, wrens, song sparrows, vireos and catbirds.
I literally bought this house because the day I first saw it there were Scarlet Tanagers flying around in the yard. They've come back almost every spring since, almost 20 years.
Every year I try to visit new sugar houses on Maine Maple Syrup weekend Despite the weird weather and poor sap run this year, everyone I met was celebrating and in a good mood. This year's favorite sugar shack was Keegan's up in the hills in Readfield. Beautiful country, really nice people.
Barred Owl on a snowy day, seen just now from my kitchen window. It's peering intently at the bird feeder below.
Happy St. Patrick's Day! ☘️ I'm not much given to celebrating male saints or drinking green beer, but it just wouldn't seem right to let the day pass without making some soda bread.
There's a lot of snow outside my old greenhouse, but inside the overwintered Swiss chard has decided that it's time to grow. It was the last green leaf in the garden and now it the first spring sprout. I'll have clippings for a few months until it bolts.
Most days I love living in an old house at the edge of the woods. It does, however, present some interesting problems. For instance, today finding a short tailed weasel (aka ermine) feasting at the cat food bowl. You have to look very closely to see the black tip of its tail.
It's always a tricky negotiation to make sure the tree crews cut enough but not too much when they clear the power lines. It helps so much that there are women on the crews now. This year they were able to leave the tappable maple trees alone and gave me the pussywillow trimmings to boot 💚
Same! I was surprised when my camera identified it as an imposter "False Christmas Cactus", Schlumbergera truncata. Evidently, actual Christmas cacti, Schlumbergera x buckleyi, have more rounded edges.
Sending a rainbow of vegetables from my garden. It's amazing what the land can provide to nourish body & soul.
A few years ago my Reliance peach tree got hit hard by a late spring frost. I thought it was a goner but it managed to limp along in a somewhat bedraggled state. Now in all this summer's heat it is back to bearing a regular crop. A reminder that life is resilient. It gives me hope.
This is a fairy house my granddaughters built in the woods from an old stump, twigs and weeds when they visited last week. I hope that your wave of difficulty passes soon and that there will be something useful to you in the flotsam and jetsam it leaves behind.
The Eastern Tiger Swallowtails are hatching, just in time for the last of the lilacs. Sometimes I'll find a jumble of them on the road just as they emerge from their cocoons and are blown by the wind out of the trees. It takes them a few minutes before they can spread their wings and fly away.
Yesterday's rain brought yet another amphibian into the tiny greenhouse, this time an American toad. Since it persisted in getting underfoot I relocated it outside to avoid stepping on it. The other froggy inhabitants are not in evidence today. Perhaps they've hopped off on their own.
The red wood frog with its black bandit mask is the most stealthy of the greenhouse frogs, often disappearing into a crack in the foundation. A garter snake often lurked in the same place last summer. I hope it doesn't come back and eat the frog.A
The gray tree frog is the most phlegmatic of the greenhouse frogs. It stays quite still in one place for long stretches of time and appears to be unconcerned by human activity around it.
During last week's rains several frogs hopped into my small ramshackle greenhouse so I've been frog watching. The various species appear to have quite various temperaments. The tiny peeper is the most excitable, taking kamikaze leaps through the air and occasionally landing on me with a splat.
Amazing how efficiently Trump has organized the usually fractious Harvard community into complete opposition and resistance. I'm delighted to sign the amicus brief by alumni/ae group Crimson Courage in Harvard's Title VI lawsuit against Trump. If you're a Harvard alum, you can sign it, too.
It's a good year for bloodroot, sanguinaria canadensis, one of my favorite spring ephemerals. Their seeds are carried about by ants so I never know where they will pop up in my garden.
Peepers are peeping around the pond. Easier heard than seen, but patience is sometimes rewarded seeking them out.
I hope Shenna Bellows' campaign for Governor gets some traction! She has great progressive values, stands up for what she thinks is right and doesn't back down. She's smart, hardworking and gets stuff done. Most of all, she really cares about other people and is herself a wonderful human being.
It's a drizzly gray day this spring equinox. Even so, the snowdrops are blooming on the rocky slope next to the driveway. The squirrels were wise in replanting them from the garden where I'd put them. They bloom much earlier here. The squirrel-planted oaks, however, are in all the wrong places.
Don't know where/if you can order one, but it's easy enough to make. The recipe is by Nigella Lawson and on her website. I made the slightly less decadent version from the New York Times Cooking site. Wish Bluesky friends were here to have some!