Tag Archives: gardening

Purple Asters

Posted on September 29, 2020 by bereksennebec

John Clark with a reprint of an essay I wrote in 2005 for Wolf Moon Journal. I’m sharing it because it relates to fall and when I came out of the Alfond Center this morning after my aquatic exercise class, … Continue reading →

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A Trove of Garden Insight from Katharine White

Posted on August 7, 2020 by Brenda Buchanan

We’re spending some time in Brooklin this month, where I lived for a while in the early 90s and to which I have returned most every summer since, at least for a few days. Regular readers of this blog likely … Continue reading →

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Sam’s Ghost

Posted on June 8, 2020 by bereksennebec

I’ve had plenty of ‘by myself’ time in the past several months. With Beth going to Belgrade 5 days a week to take care of our grandson, that leaves me, Bernie (our dog) and my thoughts. I’ve noticed I’m spending … Continue reading →

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The Brown Thumb Struggles On

Posted on June 2, 2020 by mainecrimewriters

Kate Flora: Confessing that today, with so much chaos in the country, I am finding it hard to write. Hard to think because I have no focus. I have nothing to say about writing, wouldn’t touch politics with a barge pole, … Continue reading →

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The New Normal is an Oxymoron

Posted on May 27, 2020 by bereksennebec

John Clark will not bombard you with another barrage of Covid gloom. Yeah, it’s here, it’s real, and I’m slowly wrapping my head around the probability that it’s gonna be with us forever (or some crazy number like that). Screw … Continue reading →

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The Mind is My Salvation

Posted on March 27, 2020 by bereksennebec

John Clark pondering in these absurd and scary times. Nothing like feeling as though you’re stuck in bastard love child movie birthed by Bergman and Fellini. Early morning grocery shopping had me imagining I was an actor in a revised … Continue reading →

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Gettin’ The Move On

Posted on May 14, 2019 by bereksennebec

John Clark on the next chapter in the Clark family saga. After 16 years in Hartland, we’re heading south. Not way south like Florida, but real Mainer south. In our case, Waterville is where we’ll be settling down in a … Continue reading →

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Different Ways to Garden

Posted on February 26, 2019 by Lea Wait

Lea Wait, here. When I think of my grandparents, especially my grandmother, I think of her gardens. In her home in Roslindale, Massachusetts, where I spent some of my earliest years, she had a wonderful large rectangular rose garden, with a … Continue reading →

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August, and a Bit After

Posted on August 30, 2018 by bereksennebec

John Clark watching a nighttime thunderstorm move eastward toward Penobscot Bay. We’re a couple days away from September, but I’ve had August’s unique personality on my mind for the past couple weeks. While (for me, at least) June and July … Continue reading →

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Green Zen

Posted on June 29, 2017 by bereksennebec

John Clark on something that you might not think has much to do with writing. Read on and decide for yourself. Remember when you were a kid? Think for a moment about some of the things you were absolutely convinced … Continue reading →

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