elsewhere they suffer rains, whereas here we suffer not, but work

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when praying for snow, in hopes of a soft cover over three inches of ice from the oh-so-gentle-looking ice storms…when praying for snow in order that one might go skiing or snowshoeing…please don’t tell anyone i did this…as a lot of tax money has been spent plowing roads…and businesses have had to close temporarily…yet everyone seems merry if you chance to meet….

So please watch what you pray for.

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old settlers’ well

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We live under a ridge in a narrow vale along an edge of which we snowshoe. This is a mountainous u-shaped valley with deadend road but once extending up the low mountainside to meet another road in these hills. The old settlers actually drove wagons of between the slopes. Don’t know how they did it. Anyway, it’s all wooded now and you can see the old ruts they made. Saplings grow in them. Sometimes, if I’ve “got turned around and woods” (as they say) and I come on one of these mostly hidden tracks, I have the feeling of gratitude, and can follow along until I come to an ATV trail or road.

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Maine members of ongoing creation

 

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R. pauses on shoes up toward buck’s farm

 

Today we hope to get in a little snowshoeing, if conditions aren’t too glumpy or icy.  A combo is on the ground now, glump on top, ice underneath. Both conditions are hard on a chronic foot injury from the 1998 ice storm. And R. may be bringing up some wood, though a January thaw is on. Here in Maine we are members of the ongoing creation story, and of the blogosphere.

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visiting the eastern uplands

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double-click to enlarge and read the fine print!

 

The embarrassing admission:

The editor in charge of cover text asked for a back-of-the-book description to surmount its blurb by Jake Meador.  I chose part of something from the book I particularly liked—heavily influenced by Annie Dillard. By JRR Tolkien. In the way of metaphoric memoir, the description was written in first person.  The editor’s reply? It must be third-person description. Being low energy, I gave them what you see in this cover image. And …I just wanted that passage! Here is the original unedited from inside the book:

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On the Other Hand…

Let’s everybody pick up stakes and go back to the place of our birth so’s we can be taxed and counted by Caes— by the government. There’ll be so many trains planes steamers—uh diesels—and automobiles moving over land sea and air that the angels will have a hard time keeping track of it all. (This presumes that universal physical laws and materiality are charged to great disciplined beings continually moving to carry out their respective stewardship.)

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“the oxford” part two

The earliest post in this three-part series is Mexico, Maine. If you missed the second part, see the recent  post on this book.

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In the memoir of her childhood Monica Wood tells us the heroic, founding industrialist story of Mr. Hugh Chisholm and his surreptitious study—or scoping out as rurals say here—of the great falls and surrounding land. The lens is her schoolroom instruction by Sister Ernestine. Chisholm’s borrowed horse and sleigh took him down-river through icy fog where the thundering of the waterfall in rime-frosted landscape excited this man as he approached. He then climbed out to pat his St. Jude, and reward the horse with a cube of sugar.

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