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The homestead where I grew up is now dotted with hundreds of trees, shrubs and flowers, along with the fruit trees and berries beds.  There are very few places here where one can stand and not see a mixture of colors and textures.  These are just a few of those colors….

 

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One of the preponderant memories that I will leave with, is the quiet and restful sleep I encountered being home.  I did this in the same room that I spent my childhood, hearing the same distant night sounds and waking to the sprinkling of rain on leaves outside my window and the multiple songs of the birds echoing in the early morning light.  A fresh cup of coffee, the coolness of rain washed air and a quiet solitude transformed time and space.  I watched the ghosts of childhood play out at every turn.  I heard the voices of those who have already left and felt their presence as I slowly walked the homestead….

Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain

God made rainy days, so gardeners could get the housework done.

And when the day arrives I’ll become the sky and I’ll become the sea and the sea will come to kiss me for I am going home. Nothing can stop me now.
Trent Reznor

“I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude.” 
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden, or Life in the Woods

“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.” 
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

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Back in Maine.  Some random shots of the old homestead…

 

Overtaking the homestead…

 

 

Western Hills…

 

 

After the rain

 

 

Beaver dam…

 

 

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A committee is organic rather than mechanical in its nature: it is not a structure but a plant. It takes root and grows, it flowers, wilts, and dies, scattering the seed from which other committees will bloom in their turn…C. Northcote Parkinson

 

 

 

 

 

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