“God gave all men all earth to love, but since our hearts are small, ordained for each one spot should prove beloved over all.”
That was it? We have been looking forward to the rain for a week or more and I am disappointed. I have nearly run the church battery bank to the limit because of the lack of sunshine and the need to pump much water to the greenhouse and garden.
My hummingbirds have finally left for the winter. I will miss seeing them come to my feeder and I look forward to their return in the spring.
Here’s to the students of Kevin Crafts’ and Jason Bigonia’s classes, who contributed their time and energy to a seashore cleanup on Friday, Sept. 23 at the town of Bristol’s Pemaquid Beach Park. The week of Sept. 17-24 was designated as Ocean Conservancy’s International Coastal Cleanup, when volunteers all over our beautiful planet dedicate a bit of time to picking up trash along the shores of the world’s oceans. The trash is collected, identified, counted, and reported back to Ocean Conservancy’s Trash Free Seas program. According to a report released last May at the United Nations Environment Assembly, in the 2015 Coastal Cleanup nearly 800,000 volunteers worldwide collected an estimated 18 million pounds of trash — the equivalent of 100 Boeing 737s!
Hey folks, we got through another week, I think, with nothin’ to get too excited about up in Augusta, but on the national scene, well, man, let’s just say there is a bunch of hootin’ and hollerin’ going on between these two whatevers that are running for the Big House! Now I don’t know about you, folks, but I haven’t even had a television all summer and I haven’t missed all those stupid political ads at all, so my condolences to those of you who have had to suffer through even the evenin’ news with that idiotic stuff coming on every two minutes.
Medomak Valley Senior Citizens met on Monday, Sept. 19 at the VFW Hall on Mill Street in Waldoboro. We had 24 members present.
Jewelweed — or touch-me-not, Impatiens pallid — with its orange or yellow blossoms, is found in wet spring or in swamp-like places.
Just converting from burning fuels to solar electricity will cut energy needs by up to a third. So, why do some still argue against solar power?
Online shopping has become a way of life for many of us in Midcoast Maine (as well as the rest of Planet Earth). A side benefit for me is that I have gotten to know and befriend the drivers for the various delivery services including FedEx, UPS, and USPS. Each is a remarkable individual.
The town of Somerville gained a boost in its firefighting capabilities with the recent addition of a hydrant at Turner Pond on the South Colby Road on Monday, Sept. 19.
Hello, friends and neighbors! Mary Ellen did not have to twist my arm too much to take on writing the Westport Island newspaper column. But it will only be successful or informative if readers help out! Those who have an event to publicize or a business to advertise or good news to share with the community should please send me an email to email@example.com or give me a call at 231-4049 to include it in next week’s paper. I have lived on Westport Island full-time almost nine years, after a career of educating and counseling high school students in New England and a childhood of dairy farming in Minnesota. I am so lucky to be living in this beautiful place surrounded by nice folks from all walks of life. I hope to meet more of you over time through this column. Don’t be shy.
When you live off the grid, as we do, you are somewhat hostage to the amount of energy your system gets from the sun. We have a grid of batteries, 24 up at the church, and these are connected to an inverter, which converts 12-volt battery power to 110 AC. We have all the usual things that take power and we usually chug right along no matter the weather. But this week we have been left without power unless we turn on the large automatic generator which sits outside the door. It consumes propane, so we don’t use it often.
“She’s not your friend because of what you’ve done for her, but she’s your friend because of what you are to her.”
I’d like to begin this week’s column with an apology to meteorologist Adam Epstein for calling him a weatherman in last week’s column. I don’t know if I offended him, but my daughter was aghast and said, “Mom, he’s a meteorologist!”