All posts by Laurie Graves

I write about nature, food, the environment, home, family, community, and people.

Looking Up

On our daily walks, Liam, in his blindness, is the perfect companion for me, with my creaky knees.  We both go at about the same slow pace, and we are never impatient with each other. Liam frequently stops to sniff, and I wait for him. I frequently stop to take pictures, and he waits for me.

On our walk the other day, my eyes were drawn upwards. (Some days, I like to look down.) I saw red berries against a cerulean sky,

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little brown cones,

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and a tangle of yellow and brown leaves.

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As always, there is something to notice and admire on our little stretch of country road.

Puppy Magic

Two days ago, I went to visit Magic, the new puppy in the neighborhood. Although he has indeed grown in a week, he is still at that adorable, plump puppy stage. So cute, so sweet!

The day was sunny and warm, which meant we could go outside and watch him play in the backyard. It wasn’t easy to get a picture of romping Magic, but I snapped away and even got a few good ones.

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I have always loved babies of all sorts, but somehow as I get older, I find it especially heartening to see new life.  On the cycle goes—spring, summer, fall, winter, and back to spring. We are all a part of it, whatever stage we are in.

 

Happy Halloween!

Gideon, the guardian of the little house in the big woods, wishes everyone a happy Halloween, which used to be one of my favorite holidays.

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For someone with not a sweet tooth but sweet teeth, as my friend Mike Sienko would put it, what’s not to like about going to door to and having adults give you candy?

Pure bliss!

Maya and the Book of Everything Is Here!

Toot, toot, and la-dee-da! Bells and whistles and horns!

Maya and the Book of Everything is here at the little house in the big woods. I held the book in my own hands, and what a wonderful feeling. ‘Tis only the proof copy, and already we have found things we need to change, but the book is closer and closer to becoming a reality.

November 28 is the targeted publishing date, and it looks like we’re right on track.

Onward and upward!

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The Fabulous Susan Poulin and Ida LeClair

On Tuesday, the fabulous Susan Poulin came to the Charles M. Bailey Public Library to read from her newest book, The Sweet Life: Ida LeClair’s Guide to Love & Marriage. Full disclosure: Susan and I are friends. We’ve known each other for many years, and as Susan mentioned to Shane, the adult services librarian, the first time we met, it was as though we had each found a sister.

“Kindred spirits,” I added.

Nevertheless, even if we weren’t friends and kindred spirits, I would still be a true-blue fan of hers. Susan is an incredibly gifted story teller, humorist, and performer.  In fact, one of the best I’ve ever seen.

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The warm and wise Ida LeClair, from the fictional Maine town of Mahoosuc Mills, is Susan Poulin’s alter ego. Ida “came” to Susan twenty years ago as a character who lived with her husband Charlie  and their dog Scamp in a double-wide mobile home.  But if grim images of poverty and degradation come to your mind, wipe them away. Immediately. Ida and Charlie, married right out of high school, still love each other very much. The double wide is neat and tidy, and Ida’s joie de vivre thrums through every story and performance. (This is Susan’s second book, and she has done several one-woman shows that feature Ida.)

In addition, Ida has good friends and is rooted in her community. While she and Charlie might not be wealthy, they are rich in all the things that really matter.

To get a sense of Ida’s voice, here’s an excerpt from Chapter One, page one of The Sweet Life: “I’m…a certified Maine Life Guide…The way I see it, life guiding is…like a gentle nudge in the right direction. Someone to lend a hand when you need a little help getting out of the pucker brush and back onto the trail.”

Ida, in her inimitable way, goes on to explain, “[I] f you…are ready to get up off your duff and do what needs to be done to make it happen, welcome aboard.”

Welcome aboard, indeed! As Susan noted at Bailey Library, The Sweet Life is about sharing the good life with your partner, your friends, your family. It’s also about coping with the loss of a spouse. Each chapter deals, humorously but wisely, with various aspects of relationships, and my favorite chapter title is “There is no ‘I’ in Team, but Maybe There Should Be.”

As Susan read various sections of the book, she made us laugh, and, yes, she even made us a little tearful.  She ended with a scene of  Ida and Charlie spending time at camp with best friends. “We eat breakfast on the screened-in porch, overlooking the lake, all of us talking and laughing. Charlie smiles and squeezes my hand, looking so relaxed. And I think, at this moment, at this place here on Moose Megantic Lake, regardless of what we have been through, everything is wonderful in our world.”

What a way to end.

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Pure Magic: A New Puppy in the Neighborhood

As the title of this post indicates, there is a new puppy in the neighborhood, and yesterday, Clif and I met him.  His name is Magic, and what a sweet bundle of black fluff and puppy smell.

The minute I saw him, I fell in love. We brought Magic a toy, as we would any new baby, and he immediately started chewing on it with a vengeance. When Magic was done with the toy, he allowed me to cuddle him, and already he has the open, affectionate nature so common to black Labs.

I took some pictures of this darling puppy, but none of them came out very well. Here is the best of the bunch.

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You can bet I’ll be taking more pictures of this little guy.

Welcome, welcome, little Magic!

 

Octember

In Maine, it seems as though the climate has changed significantly.  Last month, we had what I called Saugust, which was so mild and hot that it seemed to be an extension of summer. A far cry from the crisp Septembers we had as little as ten years ago.

Saugust has been followed by what I have dubbed Octember, a month that has been so warm that records have been broken. Two days ago, the thermometer on the back of the house read 73 degrees in the shade, which meant it was nearly 80 in the sun. Clif and I are still having drinks on the patio in late afternoon. We watch the birds—nuthatches, chickadees, cardinals, woodpeckers, tufted titmice. We listen to the crickets, singing their song of fall. Clif and I concur—it is great to be on the patio so late in the season. But it is also strange, and it is past time for everyone to be taking climate change seriously.

We keep saying to each other, surely this is the last day we’ll be having drinks on the patio. And soon it will be. By the end of October, we’ll have to bring in the patio furniture. Traditionally, snow could come anytime in November. But this year, who knows?

Despite the warm weather, the leaves continue to fall, coming down in a rain of gold, carpeting the yard and the road.

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Ba ba baba, baba ba baba

After an intense week of getting my YA fantasy novel, Maya and the Book of Everything, ready for its proof copy, this song by The Ramones  captures the spirit of how I feel.

But God willing and the creek don’t rise, we’ll be sending Maya out next week for the proof copy.

In the meantime, I wanna be sedated. 😉