Brooksville Farmers’ Market

This morning we drove to the Brooksville Farmers' Market. In a misty rain we went first to a man playing a guitar at the Poland Family Farm stand, as he waited for customers. We bought eight ears of Tuxedo corn, a variety new to us. We will eat it tonight but the farmer tells us... Continue Reading →

Art in Maine

Usually I have a good sense of direction, but not when I'm anywhere near Downeast Maine. Something about the peninsulas that drip down along the coastline completely throws me off. That might explain why I took so many wrong turns driving up yesterday. First I spaced out and passed the exit for Route 1, which... Continue Reading →

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