The real story behind the simultaneous rise and fall of one of our state’s great tree species.
Rooted in the counterculture of the 1970s, Johnny’s Selected Seeds is flourishing with the locavore movement.
These Maine-made wind bells are not your standard wind chimes. They echo the gong and bell buoys in the areas for which they’re named.
Opinions, advisories, and musings from the length and breadth of Maine — including a rogue chicken, a Mainer named Jesus Christ, and a new way to “get there from here.”
What does a veteran forager know about Maine’s iconic fiddleheads that you don’t? Curl up with Michael Burke’s tale of a tagalong day in the field.
A longtime chronicler of Maine’s farm- and forage-to-table scene, Down East contributing photographer Douglas Merriam left the ‘Learn the Fern’ shoot with a pile of freshly harvested fiddleheads and made this magnificent salad. Get the recipe.
In a tug-of-war between lobstermen and regulators over catch reporting, Mainers didn’t get the deal they expected.
The first time I put on an Anchorpak, it felt different from any bag I’ve ever used. It felt right.
To prepare for married life, she’s looking to one of Maine’s great love stories.
Seems like yesterday: everything sharply detailed and in focus, more vivid now in memory than it was then in fact.
Kittery’s peppy pocket neighborhood has shops as eclectic as its chow.
The Jamie Wyeth feature from our March 1968 issue — Whether or not he ever elects to become a Maine year-rounder, Maine and its people already share lavishly in the brilliant work of a young artist called Jamie, who has both the individuality and the industry of one of their own.