For many of the members of the Presque Isle Farmers’ Market who generate produce through the summer months, the end of the Market for the year means closing out the fields and gardens, cleaning up debris, and putting away the tools for another season.
Fifty-six years ago, a tiny metallic grapefruit literally rocketed out of central Russia to change and challenge our national self-concept and security.
This summer, I had the great pleasure of attending a presentation by David S. Cook, Maine author and former president of the Maine Archeological Society.
It’s no secret that agricultural work is tough work – and as America’s farm families know, it can be dangerous. Last year, agriculture recorded the highest fatal injury rate of any industry, with the rate of on-the-job fatality in agriculture nearly seven times the rate for all U.S. workers.
Autumn brings with it a sort of triage associated with those outdoor chores that simply must be done before snow flies (stacking the winter’s wood, for example) and those things that would probably be a good idea, but seem less pressing.
I have yet to determine just what it is I want to be when I grow up. Now, don’t get me wrong! I have explored many possibilities, including becoming a teacher, court reporter, poet, and at one point in the 1970s I thought I just might evolve into a rock singer.
The following is something I have had for years and think it should be posted again. I think it is overdue. A few things have been taken out or added over the years, but it still makes its point.
“I am your Animal Control Officer”
We’ve all seen them: the now-lifeless, brick-clad factories that sit on street corners and river banks across Maine – relics of a bygone era of manufacturing.
This past weekend featured a glorious, and perhaps final, blast of summer weather so it was only natural for folks to be outside enjoying the warm temperatures and beautiful fall scenery.
