All posts by Laurie Graves

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

What a Day for a Bike Ride

Despite what the calendar might say, summer is here. The leaves are deep green and mature, and the heat has come. While I enjoy summer, I am always sorry to see sweet spring depart in such a rush. Stay, stay a little longer, I always wish, but of course she never does.

On Saturday, summer’s arrival was more than evident. The day was sunny and warm—perfect for a bike ride. We decided to extend our ride from eight to twelve miles, with a mile of it being steady uphill all the way.

Clif packed our bikes on the car,

and  we headed to the parking lot by the public beach.

We pedaled from Winthrop to Readfield, the town next to us,

where we moved from lake views to prospects of fields and a mountain.  How lucky we are to live in such a lovely, rural place with  many fine places to ride a bike.

On the way back, it was downhill for a good part of the way. My bike tires hummed on the road, the wind blew across my face, and I could smell the warm grass of the fields and the cool balsam of the woods. Finally, we were back to the water.

At the beginning of May, I decided the time had come to get back in shape. For various reasons—chiefly, working on my novel Maya and the Book of Everything—I had let exercise slip by the wayside. At my age, it is never a good thing to do this, and I felt flabby and weak. So I went on the exercise bike, the road to nowhere, six days a week.

And now, in the middle of June, I see the payoff. I am not as strong as I want to be, but my oh my the progress I’ve made since the beginning of May. Very heartening.

Onward and Onward!

Three Things Thursday: NPR, York Hospital, and Scrambled Eggs with Herbs and Cheese

Three Things Thursday is a  weekly tribute to being grateful for the good things in life. This tradition was  started by Emily of Nerd in the Brain and is currently hosted by Natalie of There She Goes.

This week I have a rather odd assortment of good things to be thankful for. But truly, I am grateful for all three, which in ways great and small, make my life better.

First, National Public Radio or NPR, as it’s known. Truly, I don’t know what I would do without this wonderful broadcast service. From Morning Edition to On Point to All Things Considered (and lots in between!), NPR is my lifeline to the broader world. This morning, as I did quiet tasks, I listened to Former FBI Director James Comey  testify before the Senate Intelligence Committee. Comey spoke about Trump and the Russia Investigation and why he was fired by Trump. Comey even called Trump a liar. Whatever your political affiliation, this was one historic day, and I was grateful to be there with NPR.

Second, York Hospital, where I recently had my yearly mammogram. Here is the logo that states their mission, and this hospital isn’t just paying lip service to the notion of Loving Kindness.

From the moment I walked into York Hospital, there was a feeling of calm and tranquility, no small feat for a hospital. The staff is incredible, warm and caring. Best of all, I got the results of my mammogram before I left. They don’t let you fret about the results, which is a huge kindness. I have a friend who has had surgery at York Hospital, and she had glowing things to say about her overnight stay. (They even offered her a lobster roll for supper.) Never, ever, have I encountered a hospital like this.  It is a gem.  And here’s a big, big bonus: Seven years of being cancer free!

Third, and this is really another nod to my wee herb garden, scrambled eggs with herb and cheese. This oh-so-simple dish elevates humble scrambled eggs to a dish eagerly anticipated for supper. For Clif and me, I use five eggs beaten with five tablespoons of milk. I melt butter in my cast-iron skillet, and when the butter is melted I pour in the egg mixture. I sprinkle about three tablespoons of fresh, chopped herbs over the eggs as well as some salt and pepper. I stir it slightly, let it set as it cooks, and stir it some more, all the while keeping the heat high enough so the eggs cook but low enough so that the bottom doesn’t get too brown. When the eggs are solid but still a little shiny, I sprinkle about 3/4 cup of shredded cheese on top, turn the heat to low, and cover. In a minute or two, the cheese is melted. Add whole-grain toast and a side of apple sauce, and you have yourself a pretty good meal.

 

 

Reading Maya at the Vassalboro Public Library

Yesterday, I was the featured author at the Vassalboro Summer Reading Festival, and I presented my slide show Using Real Life in Fantasy. This, of course, included reading excerpts from my novel Maya and the Book of Everything.

What a day it was! Although the photo doesn’t show this, so many people came that extra chairs had to be brought out, and there was standing room only at the end. Many thanks to Donna Lambert, the Vassalboro Library director,  and David Theriault, the Vassalboro School librarian, for the wonderful publicity and for putting together such a fabulous event with a multitude of activities. Also, many thanks to friends and family who came.

There were several highlights to this presentation.

First, this is my hometown library, and it plays an essential role in my book. Several times, as I was talking about East Vassalboro, I actually got a little teary eyed.

Second, a young girl came early to buy a copy of my book. She and her mother had another commitment and were not able to stay for the presentation. The young girl actually used her birthday money to buy the book, and I was extremely touched by this.

Third, another young girl had me sign the book to both her and her friend, Mya—a little different spelling of my own “Maya.”  I hope they both like the book!

Over the past two weeks, I’ve tweaked my presentation so that it is more child friendly yet still appropriate for a general audience. There is a bit more tweaking I will do, but it is pretty close to the way I want it. I even have a writing exercise planned for children when I go into schools next year.

Anyway, such a terrific day yesterday. Again, thanks to Donna and David for organizing  the Summer Reading Festival. Not only was it  meaningful for me, but according to Donna, the festival was a big success for the town, with many people attending the various events.

Donna and David are prime examples of what can happen when positive, energetic people invest time and energy in a town. May the Vassalboro Summer Reading Festival continue and may other children’s writers join the festivities.

 

 

 

Three Things Thursday: Thank you, Raindrops on Flowers, Herbs

Three Things Thursday is a  weekly tribute to being grateful for the good things in life. This tradition was  started by Emily of Nerd in the Brain and is currently hosted by Natalie of There She Goes. 

First and foremost, a big thank you to Jan of the wonderfully creative blog The Snail of Happiness. Not only does her blog inspire me, but in her current Three Things Thursday, Jan expressed gratitude for receiving  in the mail—ta-dah!—Maya and the Book of Everything.  Jan, thanks so very much for the shout-out!

Second, raindrops on flowers. Roses aren’t the only flowers enhanced by raindrops.

Note to readers: From now through September, flowers will most likely figure in my Three Things Thursday posts. As I’ve mentioned previously, I am a fool for flowers.

Third, my wee herb garden. It is small but mighty, and oh, how it produces. Sage, oregano, mint, and thyme have wintered over and are now growing in abundance. What to do, what to do?

Well, I made a macaroni herb salad, a simple dish that can be adapted to whatever you have kicking around  your refrigerator or freezer. I cooked two cups of macaroni, mixed in a liberal amount of olive oil, three tablespoons of mixed chopped herbs (next time I will use more), salt, pepper, and many squeezes of half a lemon. Then came cubed chicken, crumbled feta, and chopped tomatoes. I also used a clove of roasted garlic. Next time I will skip the garlic as it tends to overpower the delicate taste of the herbs, lemon juice, and olive oil. What else could you add? Sliced red peppers, olives, carrots, celery, any kind of green. Chickpeas. Roasted walnuts. The list is long.

Stay tuned for more recipes using herbs.

So much to be grateful for.

Maya at Vassalboro’s Summer Reading Festival on June 3

This Saturday—on June 3, at 2:00 p.m.—I will be the featured author at Vassalboro Public Library’s Summer Reading Festival.  There will be food, African Drumming, a book fair, crafts, and Maya and the Book of Everything.

I’m so looking forward to this. East Vassalboro and the Vassalboro Public Library are key elements in my book, and how wonderful it will be to go there with my presentation about using real life in a fantasy novel.

While I’ll be highlighting the real places I used—Waterville as well as East Vassalboro—I’ll also be reading a section where Maya has her eyes peeled by the giant Toad Queen.

Nothing like a little eye-peeling to pique interest in my book 😉

 

 

Memorial Day Weekend: First Bike Ride, First Barbecue

We’ve had a cool somewhat rainy May, but Saturday and especially Sunday turned out be warm and sunny. Accordingly, Clif brought up the bikes from down cellar, and on Sunday, we went for the first bike ride of the season.

A brief backstory: Through last fall and winter, I have been, ahem, a bit sedentary. I do have an excuse—I’ve been extremely busy with Maya and the Book of Everything—but let’s just say that my body has not been impressed with this excuse. Or with the amount of chocolate I like to eat. So the beginning of May, I took the exercise bike by the seat, so to speak. I decided no mater how busy I was—and I continue to be very busy—I was going to ride the exercise bike for at least thirty minutes a day for six days a week. Oh, that road to nowhere is a boring one, but I persevered.

Yesterday, the pay-off was more than evident. We went eight miles, which included a decent hill, and I was neither winded nor exhausted after the ride. We started out at lovely Norcross Point, where families were enjoying the sunny day.

As we biked by the lake, I heard a loon call. A little later, I saw a blue heron fishing by the shore. (Alas, I didn’t get a picture. ) I could smell lilacs and lilies of the valley. People grilling meat. Such a day!

We stopped to take a picture of our friend’s garden. Very fitting for Memorial Day when we honor the men and woman in the military as well as the people who have passed from our lives. Gone, but still remembered.

Here’s a closer look.

When we got home, up came the big green patio table, and we were ready for our first barbecue of the season—turkey burgers.

We settled at the table, enjoying our drinks—beer for Clif and iced green tea and honey for me.

After a leisurely lunch, Clif mowed the lawn, I planted, and we both pronounced Sunday a finest kind of day.

The cherry on the sundae? Later that night, I was listening to the New Yorker Radio Hour before falling asleep, and David Remnick, the incredible editor of the New Yorker, referred to something someone said as a “quotation” rather than the more commonly used “quote.”

I must confess, this is one of my grammar crotchets. Quote is a verb, and quotation is a noun. But, as with many things grammar, this is changing with use, and most people say or write “quote” when they really mean “quotation.” I’ve resigned myself to this. Why fight the inevitable?

But, oh, it made me smile to hear David Remnick use the correct word.

Three Things Thursday: Flowers, Flowers, Flowers.

Oh, the lovely month of May! Even when the day is cloudy, the landscape is positively aglow with new green, bright yellow, and the froth of flowering trees. In May, it is not too hard to find three things to be grateful for in my Three Things Thursday Post.

At the risk of being redundant, this week all my gratitude will be lavished on flowers. Full disclosure: I am a fool for flowers, and this might happen again in another Three Things Thursday post.

First, the Solomon’s seal I bought at Fernwood Nursery in Montville. How dainty yet mysterious the flowers are. Long may this plant  thrive!

Second, the brilliant purple of this iris. Jason, of Garden in a City, has his tulips. I have my irises. They are my favorite flower, bar none.

Third, begonias.  While I can’t honestly say they are one of my favorites, begonias are one of the few annuals that thrive at the little house in the big woods. From May through October, begonias bring a welcome splash of color to all the lovely green we have here. And for that I am very grateful.

And, for an added bonus, there is a fourth flower. A weed actually. But how bright and yellow it is. And a closer look reveals the various shapes and twists of the flower..

So there! Four things for Thursday.

Readers, may you find many things to be grateful for.