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Monthly Archives: February 2012

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I think I've posted this photo before...I have certain fields or photos of blueberry fields I love. This photo shows a field with the huge rocks that are in the fields. To make harvesting easier, many growers are removing the rocks and in my mind removing the characteristic natural beauty of the fields....but I do understand why,

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Maine blueberries are low bush blueberries. 
Each year’s crop’s success is dependent on many factors both in
and out of a blueberry farmer’s control. High yield depends on moisture,
winter snow coverage, a lack of damaging frosts, freezing winds,

and bee pollination.
The plants are not very tall and are sensitive to harsh weather. 
To survive Maine winters they need a good consistent snow cover
or they will have a poor crop or not produce any berries the following summer.

  • Open winter with little snow, wind damages the bushes….

         as good as a burn in the fall…no crop next summer

  • a hard freeze for the ground, and the water flows off…

          if it rains or as the snow melts, not into the ground

  • need a good cover of snow before the hard freeze to keep the ground lightly frozen…

         and the water can seep into the ground as it melts.

  • the snow keeps the ground warmer than if left open to the cold
  • warm/cool/cold cycles create damage to the plants…
  •  false budding occurs because the plant thinks it is spring if there are too many warm days in the winter,
  •  berry stems may dry out in the wind therefore no moisture gets to the blossoms buds or berries
  • depending on the time of the year the roots won’t die, but if the top above ground dries out….no berries that year

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Open Winter. Bare groundSad blueberries.

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Still winter on the coast of Maine...not spring today !

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Spring in Maine not yet

Snow covers the ground, pretty
sight.  Waiting for
warmth
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The mind is like a building without windows.
As much as we’d wish to,
we can’t see in and know what another thinks
or why…genetics, an ailing mind,
response to the environment or others.
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The thought most echoed before the cry
of “oh, no, not me” “I hope not me”
when the signs of the ailing mind
or body start sneaking out.
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Most know the sound of the echo:
“oh, no” “oh, no” “NO !”
and then one thinks
“I hope it’s not a tragedy,”
or
“I hope it’s not about me
or one I love.”  hearing
the echo before the cry
of pain from a now ailing mind.

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A family with a history of ailing minds
or, maybe living with a youngster or
spouse with an ailing mind
may  fear that others may pick it up:
the signs, the symptoms that
try to hide like living in a
building without windows.
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The mind is like a building without windows.
As much as we’d wish to,
we can’t see in and know what another thinks.
We may pick it up from rumors,
or the newspaper or even the tv.
The ailing mind carries so much discrimination
fear, and denial that
the echo be fore  the cry may be silent,
bouncing off the walls of the mind,
not for others to know or hear.
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The mind is like a building without windows.
The echo before the cry is that we hope
the ailing mind is not picked up by others
The mind is like a building without windows.
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The Prompts:  The echo before the cry//ailing mind//I hope not/

Pick it up//building without windows

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Number
or “nummah”
than a pounded thumb.
Makes sense to me,
…who ever first thought
to call a person that !
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The word ‘numb’ can be
 either a noun or a verb.
“He’s kinda numb’
 means he’s dumb or ignorant.**
I think “numb” is kinder than dumb…
if there is such a thing…
there are times it really fits.
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To numb somebody means
 to knock him unconscious.
“When that jack handle
came up it numbed him.” **
I wonder how that came about…
seems a bit numb to me.
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But then there’s:
He’s full up numb………
he’d have to to be bigger
to be any nummah.
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Number or “nummah”
than a frozen Hake
makes about as much sense.
Frozen or not frozen…
(I’m told it’s just “hake”
not “frozen hake”)
… makes less sense.
Sigh.
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Now realize I’m from “away”,
I wasn’t born here,
never will be a Maine-ah
or is it “Maine-iac” ?
So I guess, when it
to Maine speak,
I’m either nummahthan a hake
or full up numb...
which is always covered
nicely and politely by
“She’s from away you know.”
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**  Read more:
http://www.city-data.com/forum/maine/199420-finest-kind-other-maine-sayings-bangor-15.html#ixzz1nLvQJ1Pr


For  Inspiration Monday.250-500 words…

The Prompts: Pretend you don’t notice //Picking their noses

//Musical hands//A fight to the life// Can’t see past my gun

I wish I could think about what to write
about “picking their noses”.
It sort of goes into
“pretend you don’t notice”
or
as George Carlin said,
“Do people think the windows in
the cars are one way and other
drivers can’t see them
picking their noses?
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It gives thought to much of what
people do that they think people
don’t notice.
Do you pretend that you don’t
notice
when someone has buttoned
their shirt wrong ?’
How can they not notice ?
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Do you pretend you don’t notice
when someone has food on their
face or give a discreet point to
your face and hope they get the
hint ?
Same goes for men with mustaches,
and food in the teeth.
Sigh.
All these delicate social clues.
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when I was working
the staff would come to me
with such issues…
Do we tell someone they have their
slacks on backwards…the only seam
is down the back of their leg.
Or,
Fly is open…I mastered that one.
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Working with the uninhibited confused
souls I learned about timing and
approach…being everything.
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BUT
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Pretend you don’t notice
goes a long way these days
with the “do your own thing”
in vogue.
I myself have had purple or
metallic copper streaks in my hair
and since I love color
it is difficult to not notice the
florescent pink hair
then pretend one doesn’t notice.
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… and
my father’s statement of
“poured in and forgot to say ‘when’ ”
comes to mind,
when the not so svelte,
could wear a size or two larger
an their choice of apparel.
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Which brings me to my mother’s
classic remark
“don’t they ever look at their
backsides when buying clothes ?”
The answer is “of course not !”
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So, pretend you don’t notice,
when people are picking their noses.
and remember,
the windows in your car
aren’t one way either !
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I don't often travel Bridge Hill ...the Bucksport Road...driving towards town in daylight. I took someone to a doctors appointment just past this spot and was amazed that since my cataract appointment I could see the buildings across the river...down at the bottom of the hill and see how the streets on the other side were "layered". The yellow building is a new construction on High street and then I can see the houses on Beals Avenue on the street literally above. This is probably not amazing to anyone but me...but looking down Bridge Hill was a mind boggling event for me.

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Jenny Matlock


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I'm looking for someone to feed me some frozen peeled grapes and ice cream bon bons.

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Retired. Sigh. Where Does Time Go ?

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