Remnants, leftovers, discarded, and forgotten; each word, to most folks, represents a negative thought. Washington County, Maine, the undisputed wild blueberry epicenter of the universe, in my mind, has been picked clean of its antioxidant-rich fruit. Almost. Human rakers, sweaty, flesh-covered laborers, are few and far between in the modern era. Sure, on smaller fields…
Author: Tim Cotton
Rosemary’s Blanket
I’ve been Internet “viral” a couple of times. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. It started with a winter storm post back in my Bangor Police Department Facebook days. I received gifts from all over the country. One standout was a couple of cases of Cap’n Crunch cereal. It was hilarious. You’d have…
Proper Screen Doors
It’s Wednesday. With nothing heavy on my mind, besides the general bumps and potholes of life, I perused my pile of pics, hoping for some inspiration. During the morning stroll/scroll, I realized that we’d all been talking about screen doors. Actually, we’ve been talking about the perfect slam and bounce of a proper screen door….
Another July Wednesday
I only knew one of my grandfathers. He was a shining example of quiet confidence. He was filled with wisdom, and intelligence; two vastly different things, but when combined in the right person, those around them learn something every time there is a conversation. John Coleman “Coke” Miller and I became closer as he aged,…
“She’s Some Sturdy”
A couple of years ago, I had the bright idea of having someone that I did not know, nor had ever met, build me a heavy-duty screen door for the camp in the woods. From what I could see in his advertisement, he could do anything. He specialized in ‘custom’ doors. None of it was…
Puddin’
There are distinct, yet unwritten rules at the ROTK in the USA. None have been documented in stone, but firm they are. If I break down into snack mode, consuming anything from a plastic cup, be it yogurt, ice cream, or pudding (Puddin’ for the cool kids), Ellie is a recipient of the last lickings….
Mrs. Guptill, the Voice of “Charlotte’s Web”
With the overwhelming response from the gallery of goodness, aka the comment section on my Facebook page, regarding the mention of purchasing “Charlotte’s Web” for my granddaughter’s birthday, I waxed nostalgic intermittently throughout a down day at the ROTK in the USA. Maybe I caught something, but it was more likely something caught up with…
The Fawn
Last winter, after a fir tree was dislodged from the ground by wind and weather, I determined to fell it, leaving it to be cut up further, then moved along in the spring. I did saw up the main trunk, figuring to burn it off in the fire pit, but I left the mess of…
No Worries, for a Moment in Time
Something came to mind when I opened my eyes this morning, and maybe you’ve had the same thought. It doesn’t happen every day, but it seems to permeate my gray matter more after a great night’s sleep. It could be that I am the only one, but I’ve found over the years, mostly by listening…
The Birds
Since rising and shining brightly were the only options on my crumpled morning checklist, I put a check mark in box one and took option two under advisement. The grandpups had spent the night; they were much noisier than the grandchildren, as the pooch’s regular sleeping accommodations had changed venues. Intermittent barking overnight kept me…