It is cold and rainy here in Maine. The road was to start, finally, yesterday. The call came early from our excavator T.P. that one of the machines was broken and pieces were needed, from Portland. Luckily, all is well today and the work has begun, finally! The machine is huge, the dirt pile high,the hole for electricity deep and the destruction impressive. It will all grow back I am assured.
I will try to remain calm. One day, we will have a house. I think.
Today, early morning, we planted, finally, our tomato, pepper and hot pepper seedlings. In the house. We don’t have a greenhouse but are working on a makeshift one. We hope to get them in there as soon as we build it. Umm, soon, really. For now, they reside in the guest bedroom. We will love and water them and make sure they get lots of sun, when available.
What little hopes we had of our road work starting early this week were dashed when the phone rang Monday afternoon and our excavator T.P. informed me that half of his crew called in sick with the flu. Oh no!
He did promise me we would start Thursday or Friday if everyone was better. Our plumber D.O., says he is available. This is encouraging.
Luckily, my spirits were lifted by the amazing array of daffodils on my friend Knight’s property in Bremen, Maine. He invited us to a risotto, salad and sausage dinner and allowed me to pick as many daffodils as I could. I greedily picked a bucket full. They are now decorating all corners of my house as my cats happily attempt to eat and destroy them. They are gorgeous. Each one different, delicate and delicious.
Our builder M.L., when prompted, mentioned he is pretty sure they can fit us into their schedule. That is, of course, after the road, electricity and cable project is completed. Encouraging? Not sure!
Driving in Appleton, Maine yesterday, we came across turkeys hanging in the wind and dahlias for sale at the local gas station (along with bud light, organic mulch, gummy bears, homemade trail mix and cookies and the list goes on).
Aie. Maine. I do love you, and all of your idiosyncrasies, and I am trying to be patient with you.
May 19. It’s cool. Not the normal warmth of Maine in May. Everything is late this year. The winter was cold. Nevertheless, yesterday, we took the plunge and started planting our garden. We planted tuscan lacinto kale, scarlet keeper and yaya carrots, jade bush green beans, haricot verts, provider beans, mesclun greens, organic salad mix, watercress, 3 kinds of tomatillos, iona petit pois, oasis turnips, and green meat radishes. All organic. And this is just the beginning.
Tuscan Lacinto Kale Seeds
The strawberries, given to us from the garden of our dear friend Paul, are in flower, rhubarb and garlic are growing, and the lilacs replanted from our friend Caeil’s house are coming up nicely. We will now plant some tomato, eggplant, melon, watermelon and squash seedlings to start inside and hope it is not too late. We plan to plant much as soon as it is a bit warmer. I have my Morning Dew Farm basil, thyme, mint, and parsley waiting in pots and my sunflower bed ready to go. And, our road just might begin in a few days. If so, the house building adventure begins!
Living in Maine one quickly learns that a pick up truck is necessary and even essential. As my neighbor said to me today, “my husband doesn’t understand how anyone can survive without a pickup truck.” In Maine, at least, this appears to be true. There are trips to the dump, to the hardware store, building materials, garden supplies, flea market treasures to cart home, and 1500 feet of road to plow each time it snows. We quickly learned how hard it is to find a reliable, not too rusty, good looking, not overpriced truck in Maine. We have been diligently scouring Craig’s List and Uncle Henry’s and noting numbers as we drive by the many pickup trucks for sale on the side of the road, for OVER a YEAR! We learned we wanted a regular cab, an 8 food bed, 4 wheel drive, and a 250 to have enough power to plow. We learned that certain years are good for pickups trucks and certain best to avoid. We learned it is best to buy a truck that has never plowed before. We knew that we did not want a red truck (flashy). After all of this searching, I am pleased to say, we are now the proud owners of a Ford F250 1997. It is red, but with a white stripe! Can’t have it all, but we are two very happy away(ers) in Maine.