Monthly Archives: March 2009

Day trips Destinations Festivals

Maine Maple Sunday Syrup. Sweet!

or maple syrup sunday, or sappy Maine syrup, whatever you call it, it is sweet.

We burned our evaporator, and so are not boiling today. But they were evaporating at the Painted Pepper Farm in Steuben, Maine. Fiddlers, baby goats, a self-guided tour through the woods, explaining the sap to syrup process.

Nature Log

Woodcock are back, we heard them a few days ago. Big fat snowflakes in a flurry on Sunday.


Dyed carnations. NO.

St. Patrick's Day alternative to green carnations.

St. Patrick's Day alternative to green carnations.

Sickly green and a bit tattered, the green carnations at the market just did not find their way into my basket. But some luscious limes and fleshy green peppers did. How sustainable is that? After we enjoy our centerpiece, we will eat it.


Catch that sap

Tap time. A warm afternoon and we set a few taps. The syrup began to drip as soon as we drilled in, it is ready!

Day to day Maine destinations

Mussels-by-the Sea

It was 50°, sunny and calm, and the tide was right. Implacable Man, Kym and I went to the shore to pick mussels. They are large, tender, pearl-free mussels. So good I can never order mussels out at a restaurant, they just can’t compare.

On the way back to the house there was an eagle on the Tarn. We pulled over to see why he was just standing on a puddle of water, when he began to gyrate and hop and splash. He was taking a bird bath! We watched for ten minutes, until he flew away.

At home, I made a goat cheese, bacon, and spinach salad and warmed some bread on the wood stove. A perfect Maine dinner, and day.



Nature Log

Thirteen degrees, bright moon low in sky casting long shadows in the crusty snow. A nighttime snowshoe to the harbor, where a sparkling reflection of moonlight made a path on the water, a moonglade it is called. I want to walk up it to moon. We wiggled and waved our arms and legs, making groteques long shadows, and thought of Daddy Long Legs, by Jean Webster, a children’s book from about 1912 which is still full of relevance: hard work and perseverence can bring success. So, okay part of that success was a rich husband, but most of it was growing up mature and caring, and gaining education and the thirst for learning.

Sea Salt

Sea Salt turns to Zea Salt

This may be the last salt batch of the year. Days are warmer and the wood stove may soon be getting cold. We only make Zea Salt when we are running the wood stove to heat the house. It is pretty simple, we gather the water, filter it, and evaporate it in a heavy gauge stainless steel evaporating pan. As crystals form on the surface, much the way ice forms on a pond, we gently ladle it off into flat pans for a final drying. It does need a fair amount of attention, but the white flaky crystals sparkle and the flavor is, well, salty, but with a crisp and mineral rich flavor.

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Sea of Donkeys

A little detour on the way to work this morning found me in a sea of donkeys. Claire Wallace, owner of Haffas Farm, introduced my to Elvis, Clementine (“cuz she’s a darlin”) and Gladys Done. “She took so long to be birthed, and it wasn’t easy. When she finally come out I said, there now, ain’t you glad it’s done?” and that’s her name.”

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Snowseats and Cat gets a Name

Powdery seats

Powdery seats

The snow that brought Cat into our lives is hanging on. And so was his nameless condition. But he is now named. Thank you all for voting. There were two write-ins, for Shackleton and Winston. Every name was voted for, but there was a tie between Mawson and Drosselmeyer. While I was happy calling him the name of the day, The Implacable Man felt it was past time. Kym wrote the two names on a piece of paper for us to draw from, when I suggested letting Cat choose. Kym placed the folded papers equi-distance apart on the floor in front of his snoozing furry form. He opened his eyes, stood up, did a little cat stretch and walked over to one folded piece of paper. He gave it a nudge with his nose, then put his tail in the air and walked off for a snack.

And the winner is: Drosselmeyer. There is no doubt.

Welcome to Otter Creek, Herr Drosselmeyer.