August 12: Art Opening
Kristen Lindquist
We expected rain
at any minute.
She sold every piece.
at any minute.
She sold every piece.
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August 11: Waxwings in the blueberries
Kristen Lindquist
My mother's birthday.
Waxwings gorge on blueberries,
a happy flock.
And Mom, you'll appreciate this: later in the day, the blueberries were approached by an acquisitive family of four crows that strutted together right down the driveway for a snack, much to the annoyance of the local Blue Jays.
Waxwings gorge on blueberries,
a happy flock.
And Mom, you'll appreciate this: later in the day, the blueberries were approached by an acquisitive family of four crows that strutted together right down the driveway for a snack, much to the annoyance of the local Blue Jays.
August 10: Up Mount Battie
Kristen Lindquist
We played tourist today. Sailed on the Schooner Surprise this morning out of Camden Harbor with (almost) my whole family, to celebrate my mother's birthday. Then we all enjoyed an al fresco lunch together on the river: lobster rolls and whoopie pies. Later, my husband and I hiked out our front door and up Mount Battie in nearby Camden Hills State Park, making the most of this long, sunny summer Sunday and a rare day off together.
Familiar trails,
same vireo singing--
you still laugh at my stories.
Familiar trails,
same vireo singing--
you still laugh at my stories.
August 9: Sapsucker
Kristen Lindquist
Hiked up Beech Hill today with my birder friend Brian, who goes up there almost every day. He pointed out a pattern of sap wells that a sapsucker had made a few weeks ago, and sure enough, a young sapsucker--hard to pick out in its drab juvenile plumage--was there feeding at them. A hummingbird also buzzed by to check them out, as well as many bee-type insects. A veritable community feeding station.
Sapsucker fledgling
sips from its parents' sap wells
surrounded by bees
Sapsucker fledgling
sips from its parents' sap wells
surrounded by bees
August 8: Winnowing
Kristen Lindquist
I spent the afternoon selling organic blueberries at the Land Trust's blueberry stand on Beech Hill, as the berry crew worked busily behind me feeding boxes of freshly raked berries through the winnower (which removes the leaves and greenies). Boxes and boxes of berries, berries rolling past on the conveyer, squished on the floor, piling up in buckets...
The winnowers
will dream streams of berries,
hear their rolling thunder.
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Kristen Lindquist
August 6: Summer evening, Rockport Harbor
Kristen Lindquist
After the storm passes--
mist in the wet fields,
small clouds of Queen Anne's Lace.
mist in the wet fields,
small clouds of Queen Anne's Lace.
August 5: Gathering storm
Kristen Lindquist
As clouds gather
the finches grow louder.
I need a nap.
the finches grow louder.
I need a nap.
August 4: Dusk
Kristen Lindquist
Sitting on the back step
while the cat grazes--
unexpected peace.
while the cat grazes--
unexpected peace.
August 3: Dinner at the Slipway
Kristen Lindquist
Waterfront dining--
egret flying over us
an added bonus.
egret flying over us
an added bonus.
