Those rivers, those woods, those creatures, that country: The Way Life Is.
“Rare birds, high-value birds, please us. But no more than the cliff swallows that once arrived in abundance every spring.”
By 1900, the following animals were extinct or nearly extinct in Maine and everywhere else east of the Mississippi: 1) any wild canid larger than a fox, 2) wild turkeys, 3) beavers. Now they act like they own the place.
Up North, in the true canoe country, early May is to canoe-tripping what Thanksgiving to Christmas is to retailing. The whole year quickens toward those two weeks.
Seems like yesterday: everything sharply detailed and in focus, more vivid now in memory than it was then in fact.
New England Elms, long cherished as ornaments, became symbols, providing more than simply shade.
The house you sit in and the ground you stand on are liquid assets. We hold a lease on life itself and on every other thing we think we own.
These four Maine senators seemed to have shared basic convictions.
For reasons reason cannot elucidate, some people in Bowdoinham keep guineas. They don’t eat them, can’t domesticate them, and have to feed and shelter them through the winter.
Before myth became history, did foxes consider the trade-offs involved and cast their fate with ours, then think better of it?
While it lasts, the fishing is — a window into the world that may open for a moment, grant you a glimpse.
The loon call so hauntingly transcends its purpose. The sound is full of eerie seeking, as of a lost soul for a lost world.