Machiasport, Maine, Day 12. The small green apples will hopefully grow as large a the mature Wolf River apple in my hand in an oil painting I did after an October visit here. That's my great gramp on the ladder picking his apples years ago. The red squirrel antics went on all day, we have three. I found some early low bush blueberries in the cemetery and that's an old Machiasport postcard, we're the house on the hill below the church.
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
