Maine, Minerals And Me

It's a lovely day in southern Maine.  I just got off the phone from a friend in the southern town in western Carolina where I lived for years.  My friend calls with a report on how things look from my home exterior.  A trained naturalist, the friend just returned from Maine. We spoke about areas we both love to visit.

It's the little things in life that are so endearing.  A phone call from a distant friend, distant only in geography.  Good friends are never far away. They ensure you know that by checking in.  I still keep up with friends from elementary school.

Soon the pressure washer fellow will arrive.  Then the fellow who will repair things damaged in the move. When my favorite teal glass lamp is repaired, a new coastal style white shutter chest will arrive a week or so later.  The teal lamp with a new shade will really spruce up the room.  Then I will have a coastal painting reframed.  Did I already tell you this in an earlier blog?  If so, just know I have a lot going on.  <giggles> Of course, all of this will take a few more weeks.  Especially, getting into the cue for the repairs.  Apparently, now they send out an estimator.  Then find a repair person, furniture cleaner, etc.

The twig table as well as the lamp will probably need to be taken to the repair shop for a week.  I can't wait to get them back and to use them. Yes, more weeks to wait.

While all of that is in the cue, I await my feathery flock of friends.

The birds haven't visited the bird feeder yet.  It may take a few weeks.  Last night I put out my four solar lights near the boundary of my land and the preserve. Soon, I will put out the trail camera to see what visits in the night. I can't wait to see what is out and about in the wee hours.

Land is a curious thing.  We are all just passing through it.  I like living on it gently.  Doing no harm.

Did you know that in Maine, mineral rights to land automatically convey with the land? They don't out west.  I found after an extensive google search, this information was not readily available.  But then, that isn't odd is it?  Especially in a country that values energy and capitalism over people.

Maine has a unique value of the land and of its people.  They really are leaders in the environmental movement.  I really shouldn't call it a movement because it has always been a way of life for them. Maine keeps it simple.

"Knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

"I am."

"I am, who?"

"I am a Mainer."