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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
A cleaner image for energy from trash?
We're spoiled because there are so many place to hide trash here in the US. How long before we run out of space ?
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Fenway Park Grass Seed & Fertilizer | Major League Turf
if only you could hire a staff of 30 to come and take care of your lawn after you plant the stuff (and have an unlimited budget) ~Tim
http://www.scotts.com/smg/templates/index.jsp?pageUrl=mlb_boston
T-Mobile Says Co-Branded Fender Entry Struck a Chord
I think they are on the right track here. might not produce killer numbers of units sold, but will nail guys like me who want to be associated with a cool icon/brand.
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Thursday, April 08, 2010
Just dandy in Scarborough: Young performers learn the value of practice, friendly competition | The Forecaster
Great article about a great program...no mention of how nervous it makes parents to see their kids up on 6 foot unicycles though !
http://www.theforecaster.net/content/s-scardandies-040910
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Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Spare a Square ?
A drunk staggers into a Catholic Church, enters a confessional booth,
sits down, but says nothing.
sits down, but says nothing.
The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention
but the drunk continues to sit there.
Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the wall .
The drunk mumbles, "ain't no use knockin', there's no paper on this
side either!"
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Scarborough, Maine
Be true to your work, your word, and your friend. ~ Henry David Thoreau
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Robins
Are having a field day in my lawn. Seems as though the 72 hours of rain has helped to bring all the worms to the surface for a breath of air. [GULP!]
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Scarborough, Maine
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Scarborough, Maine
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Friday, March 26, 2010
Broadturn Farm: The Beans of Scarborough Maine
Keep up to date with the Farm at Broadturn in Scarborough
http://broadturnfarm.blogspot.com/2010/03/beans-of-scarborough-maine.html
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Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Smart Water Meters Take Hold in California - Green Inc. Blog - NYTimes.com
Say goodbye to 'Dumb Water'
http://greeninc.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/03/23/smart-water-meters-take-hold-in-california/
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Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Good Wine Under $20: Primitivo from Puglia
My boss got me a bottle of this for my birthday and it was very good. now i need to find out where he bought it !
http://goodwineunder20.blogspot.com/2009/04/primitivo-from-puglia.html
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Fire Can Be Good For Global Warming : NPR
In other words, all things in moderation.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=124980708&ft=1&f=1025
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Monday, March 22, 2010
Red Claws Trounce T-Birds…Again : Celtics Town
Follow the Red Claws
http://www.celticstown.com/2010/03/20/redclaws128tbirds111/
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Friday, March 19, 2010
'The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo' Review: Swedish Suspense - TIME
wife read this...and i'm going to soon too.
http://www.time.com/time/arts/article/0,8599,1973433,00.html
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Garth Stein - Author Garth Stein - The Art of Racing in the Rain
A great book that puts an interesting perspective on things.
http://www.garthstein.com/index.php
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Thursday, March 18, 2010
Gotta get back at it - but how ??
I'm getting so bad at capturing my ideas here. Since I've been using Facebook and Twitter it's just so much easier to share stuff on those platforms. I do see the value in keeping some permanence to all this online chatter though. It's kind of an online time capsule to look back and see what i was thinking about 2-3-4 years ago. I hope to find a tool that allows me to add stuff here at the same time i post elsewhere. Any suggestions ???
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
On Houseplants and Relatives - Easy Does It
On Houseplants and Relatives - Easy Does It
By Tim King
This is the time of year when the plants inside my house become the focus of my attention. As the last of the leaves are finally picked up, shredded, composted and/or dumped off at the recycling center, there is very little for me to take care of outside now. The gardens have been mulched, a few more bulbs have been planted and the tomato stakes have been pulled up and stored away for the winter.
Keeping houseplants around serves as my ‘dirt fix’ through the long cold months when the temperature drops and the ground freezes. Although there is nowhere near the same variety or color, keeping a few small palm’s, syngonium’s (Arrowhead Vine), pothos (Devil’s Ivy) and dracaena’s provides me with the assurance that there is a green light at the end of the tunnel that is a Maine winter.
Taking time to prune off dead leaves, loosen and aerate the soil and transplant my collection into bigger pots gives me at least a small dose of the outdoors that I love so much.
I find that what makes houseplants difficult to take care of in the winter is trying to find a balance between maintaining a warm environment for my family and a moist environment for the plants. Like many of us, with the rising cost of home heating oil, I have become increasingly dependent on wood - the first fuel. Our wood stove has been going since the end of September, creating ‘on demand’ warmth where we need it most – our first floor living area.
Trouble is, what the wood stove giveth in heat, it also taketh away in moisture from the air.
Lately, it seems that every few days, I’m noticing a droop on the leaves of the plants around the house, especially in the room where the stove is. It takes me a few weeks to catch on to this new situation. For more than six months now, the plants have pretty much taken care of themselves. I give them a little water and a touch of fertilizer every couple weeks and they are good to go. Water stays where I put it and the plants take what they need, when they need it.
However, this time of year is different. The trouble occurs after I notice the aforementioned leave droop and administer the ultra-scientific “stick my finger in the dirt test.” After said test, determining that the plant really is drier than Hades, I dutifully go to the sink, fill my watering can (empty milk jug) and attempt to immediately resuscitate my poor, neglected photosynthesized friends, with a quart of water…each.
Maybe it’s the dire straights I believe the plants to be in when I finally discover that I have ignored them for too long. It just seems that in November and December ‘too long’ is not so long anymore. With a big black metal box cranking out 600 degrees of heat for hours at a time, its no wonder that none of the plants remain wet for very long. However, it is often my rescuing - rather my method of rescuing - that becomes more of a problem then just a few droopy leaves.
It all starts when I begin to make the rounds with my watering can. As I travel from room to room, replenishing the water that has been sucked dry from the plants - then adding a little bit more for safe measure - more often than not, I am not rewarded by the joyous sounds of a thirsty plant springing back to life, but rather the gurgled shouts (and drips) of water cascading from under the pot, over the coffee table and onto the floor.
Muddy Waters may be wonderful to listen to on the radio, but let me tell you, its no picnic cleaning it off the living room floor! Especially when it’s accompanied by yet another verse of the “I can’t believe you did that again” blues from my Better Half.
This reminds me of the old adage ‘killing it with kindness.’ Rather than saturating the soil with more water than the plant is prepared to absorb, I should be slowly adding water to the pot and letting it sink in. Providing for the plant on its terms, not my own.
You see, even though I may perceive my plants to be in desperate need of attention, the truth is that they can still take care of themselves pretty well. By thinking that I can quickly remedy any situation by giving them a double dose of water, I find that all I’m left with is nothing but a dirty mess on the floor – and a plant that will be dry again tomorrow.
The John Mayer song Gravity explains it this way: “Twice as much, ain’t twice as good, and can't sustain like a one half could. It's wanting more, that's gonna send me to my knees.”
I think that in the same way, when we try to cram a whole years worth of good deeds, kind words and affection into a few short weeks around the holidays, it can get pretty messy too.
Think of the proverbial big kiss and hug from Auntie So-and-So that you got when you were a kid at Christmastime. She may have honestly thought that the hug made up for a whole year of not seeing you, and it probably made her feel pretty good. But when it was over, you were probably feeling a little silly, frustrated or sad. Just the opposite of what your good intentioned Auntie had in mind.
It seems simple, but you can only truly satisfy someone when you give something that they need, when they need it – and not an ounce more. It’s like having 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife. Ironic, don’t you think? Alanis Morissette. Plants are no different.
So take it slow and steady with your houseplants and your loved ones this winter. I’ve learned to take small, baby steps with both, knowing that they will each only take as much attention from me as they need. Anything more just ends up wasted on the kitchen floor. Sure, the giving may take a little longer this way, but at least I know that what I give will actually be wanted, accepted…and appreciated.
By Tim King
This is the time of year when the plants inside my house become the focus of my attention. As the last of the leaves are finally picked up, shredded, composted and/or dumped off at the recycling center, there is very little for me to take care of outside now. The gardens have been mulched, a few more bulbs have been planted and the tomato stakes have been pulled up and stored away for the winter.
Keeping houseplants around serves as my ‘dirt fix’ through the long cold months when the temperature drops and the ground freezes. Although there is nowhere near the same variety or color, keeping a few small palm’s, syngonium’s (Arrowhead Vine), pothos (Devil’s Ivy) and dracaena’s provides me with the assurance that there is a green light at the end of the tunnel that is a Maine winter.
Taking time to prune off dead leaves, loosen and aerate the soil and transplant my collection into bigger pots gives me at least a small dose of the outdoors that I love so much.
I find that what makes houseplants difficult to take care of in the winter is trying to find a balance between maintaining a warm environment for my family and a moist environment for the plants. Like many of us, with the rising cost of home heating oil, I have become increasingly dependent on wood - the first fuel. Our wood stove has been going since the end of September, creating ‘on demand’ warmth where we need it most – our first floor living area.
Trouble is, what the wood stove giveth in heat, it also taketh away in moisture from the air.
Lately, it seems that every few days, I’m noticing a droop on the leaves of the plants around the house, especially in the room where the stove is. It takes me a few weeks to catch on to this new situation. For more than six months now, the plants have pretty much taken care of themselves. I give them a little water and a touch of fertilizer every couple weeks and they are good to go. Water stays where I put it and the plants take what they need, when they need it.
However, this time of year is different. The trouble occurs after I notice the aforementioned leave droop and administer the ultra-scientific “stick my finger in the dirt test.” After said test, determining that the plant really is drier than Hades, I dutifully go to the sink, fill my watering can (empty milk jug) and attempt to immediately resuscitate my poor, neglected photosynthesized friends, with a quart of water…each.
Maybe it’s the dire straights I believe the plants to be in when I finally discover that I have ignored them for too long. It just seems that in November and December ‘too long’ is not so long anymore. With a big black metal box cranking out 600 degrees of heat for hours at a time, its no wonder that none of the plants remain wet for very long. However, it is often my rescuing - rather my method of rescuing - that becomes more of a problem then just a few droopy leaves.
It all starts when I begin to make the rounds with my watering can. As I travel from room to room, replenishing the water that has been sucked dry from the plants - then adding a little bit more for safe measure - more often than not, I am not rewarded by the joyous sounds of a thirsty plant springing back to life, but rather the gurgled shouts (and drips) of water cascading from under the pot, over the coffee table and onto the floor.
Muddy Waters may be wonderful to listen to on the radio, but let me tell you, its no picnic cleaning it off the living room floor! Especially when it’s accompanied by yet another verse of the “I can’t believe you did that again” blues from my Better Half.
This reminds me of the old adage ‘killing it with kindness.’ Rather than saturating the soil with more water than the plant is prepared to absorb, I should be slowly adding water to the pot and letting it sink in. Providing for the plant on its terms, not my own.
You see, even though I may perceive my plants to be in desperate need of attention, the truth is that they can still take care of themselves pretty well. By thinking that I can quickly remedy any situation by giving them a double dose of water, I find that all I’m left with is nothing but a dirty mess on the floor – and a plant that will be dry again tomorrow.
The John Mayer song Gravity explains it this way: “Twice as much, ain’t twice as good, and can't sustain like a one half could. It's wanting more, that's gonna send me to my knees.”
I think that in the same way, when we try to cram a whole years worth of good deeds, kind words and affection into a few short weeks around the holidays, it can get pretty messy too.
Think of the proverbial big kiss and hug from Auntie So-and-So that you got when you were a kid at Christmastime. She may have honestly thought that the hug made up for a whole year of not seeing you, and it probably made her feel pretty good. But when it was over, you were probably feeling a little silly, frustrated or sad. Just the opposite of what your good intentioned Auntie had in mind.
It seems simple, but you can only truly satisfy someone when you give something that they need, when they need it – and not an ounce more. It’s like having 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife. Ironic, don’t you think? Alanis Morissette. Plants are no different.
So take it slow and steady with your houseplants and your loved ones this winter. I’ve learned to take small, baby steps with both, knowing that they will each only take as much attention from me as they need. Anything more just ends up wasted on the kitchen floor. Sure, the giving may take a little longer this way, but at least I know that what I give will actually be wanted, accepted…and appreciated.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Rage against the press release
It was kind of fun watching and listening to the Old School PR folks squirm a little during Peter Shankman's keynote talk yesterday. The idea that "people" - meaning the real folks who buy your stuff - aren't buying the PR/marketing spun "key messages" anymore. It's probably still a good exercise to develop them, but increasingly customers want to be spoken to in their own (real) language. As a fairly creative PR guy, there was nothing more frustrating than having to conjure up some useless quote for a press release from a c-level client exec, often without ever even (being able) to speak with him/her. I was once told early on that my press releases were bad because I wasn't following the formula that agency believed in. Anyone who knows me knows that I have a physical aversion to filling out (hard copy) forms by writing in those little boxes - one letter per box, please. Blech ! I say "say what you need to say, however you want to say it" But if you want what you say to actually be heard, you better say it the way your customers want it. Customers won't adapt. They will simply move on. This is true whether you are selling an iPhone App, a loaf of bread, a hotel stay, or a press release.
I'm back
Hard to believe its almost been an entire year since my last post. I've been told that if i want to continue to build the Brand of Tim, I need to be blogging more. I hope to get back on track and share some of my thoughts and opinions about the world we live in...through the lense of a short attention spanned dad in southern maine. Blog v2.0 coming up !
Monday, November 10, 2008
what I'm reading - Cultural Creatives
I've been meaning to explore this book for some time...maybe i am, maybe i'm not ?
Tim
The Cultural Creatives: How 50 Million People Are Changing the World
"Cultural Creative is a term coined by Ray and Anderson to describe people whose values embrace a curiosity and concern for the world, its ecosystem, and its peoples; an awareness of and activism for peace and social justice; and an openness to self-actualization through spirituality, psychotherapy, and holistic practices. Cultural Creatives do not just take the money and run; they don't want to defund the National Endowment for the Arts; and they do want women to get a fairer shake--not only in the United States, but around the globe."
Tim
The Cultural Creatives: How 50 Million People Are Changing the World
"Cultural Creative is a term coined by Ray and Anderson to describe people whose values embrace a curiosity and concern for the world, its ecosystem, and its peoples; an awareness of and activism for peace and social justice; and an openness to self-actualization through spirituality, psychotherapy, and holistic practices. Cultural Creatives do not just take the money and run; they don't want to defund the National Endowment for the Arts; and they do want women to get a fairer shake--not only in the United States, but around the globe."
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
What I'm reading - Gunman's Rhapsody
Sort of a new twist on an old story. Wyatt Earp, Doc Hollyday, etc...written by Robert B. Parker, the guy who writes the Spenser stories.
I didn't like this as much as his "regular" writing. Not enough was new or different to make me wonder what was going to happen next. I already knew. Good quick read on the road but that's about it.
I didn't like this as much as his "regular" writing. Not enough was new or different to make me wonder what was going to happen next. I already knew. Good quick read on the road but that's about it.
Do your part by not 'doing' anything
"From outer space, the privileged of this world must look like ants in an anthill that’s been stirred with a stick: everyone constantly rushing around in cars and planes for work and pleasure, for meetings, jobs, conferences, vacations, and more. This is bad for the planet, but it’s not so good for us either."
It's surprising to begin to read things that explain what I am feeling and thinking about more and more.
It's surprising to begin to read things that explain what I am feeling and thinking about more and more.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
The sounds of silence
“Silence is like scouring sand,” he says. “When you are quiet, the silence blows against your mind and etches away everything that is soft and unimportant.” What is left is what is real—pure awareness, and the very hardest questions.
A good read if you have a minute
A good read if you have a minute
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
What I'm Reading - Walth Whitman, Leaves of Grass
not sure what to make of this yet. it seems that i only "get" poetry when it is read out loud and then discussed in a group. without context, it just seems like individual random thoughts and words to me. I hope to at least benefit from introducing new words and phrases into my own vocabulary. - TK
Leaves of Grass (1855) is a poetry collection by the American poet Walt Whitman. Among the poems in the collection are "Song of Myself," "I Sing the Body Electric," "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking," and in later editions, Whitman's elegy to the assassinated President Abraham Lincoln, "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd." Whitman spent his entire life writing Leaves of Grass,[1] revising it in several editions until his death.
Leaves of Grass (1855) is a poetry collection by the American poet Walt Whitman. Among the poems in the collection are "Song of Myself," "I Sing the Body Electric," "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking," and in later editions, Whitman's elegy to the assassinated President Abraham Lincoln, "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd." Whitman spent his entire life writing Leaves of Grass,[1] revising it in several editions until his death.
Friday, October 10, 2008
positioning
I just don't get why the media needs to position the fact that the DEMAND for oil being down is a bad thing ? I understand that it might mean that factories aren't chugging along as strongly, but what about the shift from the SUV to Hybrids and all of the efforts people are making to reduce the amount of gas/oil they use? Let's start applauding our efforts so that we realize that we can collectively make a big difference. Having demand for oil go down is a good thing in my mind.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Monday, October 06, 2008
what to do when you don't know what to do
Our life is frittered away by detail... simplify, simplify. Thoreau
Friday, October 03, 2008
phrases from the debate
Random takeaways from the debate last night:
Maverick
Fundamental
Dick Cheney is scary
Tina Fey is pretty smart
Most important election of our lifetime
Energy producing state
Joe six pack
9 month old babies shouldn't be at debates
Talibanee
Let me say it again
Maverick
Fundamental
Dick Cheney is scary
Tina Fey is pretty smart
Most important election of our lifetime
Energy producing state
Joe six pack
9 month old babies shouldn't be at debates
Talibanee
Let me say it again
Thursday, October 02, 2008
plunkin' time
We seem to be under attack again from the thousands of acorns in our oak trees this year. Every time the wind blows, our roof, driveway and vehicles are getting plunked with the quarter sized dollops. What it means is anyone's guess...you just got to remember to keep your head down and keep moving.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Happy Birthday Grampa
We all miss you very much. Thank you for all the laughs and life lessons...and for living the golden rule, family first. (and have fun along the way)
Tim
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
where's MY bailout ???!!!
How the heck did all this financial "crisis" happen (again!) I seem to remember a little thing called Sarbanes Oxley Act that was supposed to hold companies accountable for their financial statements. So, what happened ? How long have the numbers been tanking before the "bailout" is now needed ? We're pretty quick to help put a band aid on a problem and less enthusiastic about teaching or providing long term help.
Clearly these firms didn't have investments in the oil market
Clearly these firms didn't have investments in the oil market
Monday, September 29, 2008
What I'm reading - Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman
I've read several pieces that reference this book as a "must read" for any aspiring observer/writer. I started it last night and I'm trying to get into the spirit of the verse. I don't know if I'll get there or not, but it will be good to try.
"Leaves of Grass (1855) is a poetry collection by the American poet Walt Whitman. Among the poems in the collection are "Song of Myself," "I Sing the Body Electric," "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking," and in later editions, Whitman's elegy to the assassinated President Abraham Lincoln, "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd." Whitman spent his entire life writing Leaves of Grass,[1] revising it in several editions until his death."
"Leaves of Grass (1855) is a poetry collection by the American poet Walt Whitman. Among the poems in the collection are "Song of Myself," "I Sing the Body Electric," "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking," and in later editions, Whitman's elegy to the assassinated President Abraham Lincoln, "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd." Whitman spent his entire life writing Leaves of Grass,[1] revising it in several editions until his death."
I'm back !
For no particular reason, i took the summer off from posting. I've got the time and energy once again to post...and actually discovered that the act of Blogging is actually considered a "job skill" these days.
So here we go...back into my head, my eyes and my heart.
So here we go...back into my head, my eyes and my heart.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Sea - King
Ahoy....
Just a few more payments and this little baby is all mine.
Who's up for cocktails on the lido deck ?
TK
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
"The _______ Road "
So how does a road in Maine get "The" status ? Sometimes its the road itself, as in "the payne road" or "the hogan road" sometimes its a nickname as in "the golden road" and sometimes it comes from where the road goes as in "the howland road". What does a road have to do, or have to be in order to get "the" status ?
From now on, I'm going to start saying "the Sylvan road" to people who ask me where I live and see if it catches on.
It seems to me that each of these roads are the polar opposite of "The Road Less Traveled," and that has made all the difference.
TK
From now on, I'm going to start saying "the Sylvan road" to people who ask me where I live and see if it catches on.
It seems to me that each of these roads are the polar opposite of "The Road Less Traveled," and that has made all the difference.
TK
Thursday, May 29, 2008
what I'm reading - Copper River - A cork o'connor mystery
"From Publishers Weekly
On the run from anonymous contract killers, ex-sheriff Cork O'Connor goes to ground in a remote corner of Michigan's Upper Peninsula in Krueger's subdued sixth thriller."
Pretty good so far, we'll see where we end up...
Column - A dandy time of year
After all, dandelions are early blooming, hardy, bright yellow and tend to spread well on their own. What’s not to like? Yet we spend our hard-earned time and money trying to kill them, while yellow tulips are tenderly cultivated and yellow daffodils are celebrated with parades and rides atop pretty Easter bonnets. You would think a flower that is so revered by young children both in life and in death would maintain some emotional appeal for us adults. Certainly, every one of us at one point has pulled a handful of dandelion flowers from the lawn and proudly presented it to someone as a beautiful bouquet. While many of us also remember tickling the flower under our chins to see if we liked butter or not.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Latest Column - Where I'm Coming From
Now, if you’ve been a reader of my columns for a while now, you may think that I was raised out in the country somewhere. Perhaps on a farm with rolling hills and meadows of wildflowers nearby, lots of trees and a river or pond in the area too – my younger days being spent listening to gentle breezes, birds singing and crickets a-chirping.
The reality is, for the first six years of my life, this could not have been further from the truth....
The reality is, for the first six years of my life, this could not have been further from the truth....
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Latest Column - Seedlings Wo-Wo-Wo Seedlings
had some fun with this one. I wonder if the Scarborough Hannaford's is having a run on Lasagna Pans this week ?
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sláinte!
Happy St. Patrick's Day !
Written on the back of the Worry Stone envelope: "There are only two things to worry about: either you are well or you are sick. If you are well, then there is nothing to worry about: but if you are sick; there are two things for you to worry about: either you get well or you die. If you get well, then there is nothing to worry about. If you die then there are two things to worry about: either you go up or down. If you go up, then there is nothing to worry about, but if you go down you will be so busy shaking hands with old friends you won't have time to worry".
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Lighten up
I recently made the decision to avoid the "Castanza Wallet"...I was by no means over stuffed, but i thought it was time to slim things down a bit. I might even try putting my new slimmed down version (no pictures, no superfluous membership cards) in my left pants pocket. I wonder if there is a term for the imprint that wallet wears into pants and jeans over time ?
Yeah, i know, i live on the edge.
Yeah, i know, i live on the edge.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Latest Newspaper Column - Plant it Again, Sam
For some reason, when I thought “flower show” I had images of little girls, sun dresses and tea parties all walking from table to table looking at bouquets and centerpieces. In other words, more foo-foo than poo-poo (oh, sorry I meant “composted manure”)
(click the Title to read the whole article) My editor loves to get comments on the site too!
(click the Title to read the whole article) My editor loves to get comments on the site too!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Great article on what's really "Green"
"Consuming until you're squeaky green. It feels so good. It looks so good. It feels so good to look so good, which is why conspicuousness is key...It's done with the best of intentions, but all that replacing is problematic. That "bad" vinyl flooring? It was probably less destructive in your kitchens than in a landfill."
Monica Hesse - The Washington Post
Monica Hesse - The Washington Post
Monday, March 03, 2008
Trees
Passed on from a coworker who thought I would enjoy. I do.
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
Trees
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day, 5
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain. 10
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
Trees
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day, 5
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain. 10
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Portland Flower Show
Still don't like the name, but i can't wait to see some stuff actually growing!! I've had more than enough of this snow and rain!!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Buddy Miles - Hendrix drummer (& California Raisins singer...who knew!!?? ) dead at 60
AUSTIN, Texas (AP) -- Buddy Miles, a drummer who played with Jimi Hendrix and sang in the claymation commercials featuring the California Raisins in the 1980s, died Tuesday. He was 60.
Miles, who had been suffering from congestive heart failure, died in Austin, publicist Duane Lee said.
Miles was drummer on Hendrix's landmark "Electric Ladyland" album before officially joining Band of Gypsys a few months later. Miles is best known for "Them Change," a song he wrote and performed.
Miles, who had been suffering from congestive heart failure, died in Austin, publicist Duane Lee said.
Miles was drummer on Hendrix's landmark "Electric Ladyland" album before officially joining Band of Gypsys a few months later. Miles is best known for "Them Change," a song he wrote and performed.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Sing
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. - Thoreau
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Happy Birthday, Dad
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USS Essex (CV-9) (also CVA-9 and CVS-9) was a United States Navy aircraft carrier, the lead ship of her class.
Essex was the prime recovery carrier for the Apollo 7 mission. She recovered the Apollo 7 crew on October 22, 1968 after a splashdown north of Puerto Rico.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Winter Lawn
Greener grass
Comes and goes.
One season it rests
One season it grows.
For some its never
Green enough.
For others, its perfect
No matter the month.
I'll take my grass
With it's weeds and such
Because I know it surrounds
The ones I love very much.
TK
Comes and goes.
One season it rests
One season it grows.
For some its never
Green enough.
For others, its perfect
No matter the month.
I'll take my grass
With it's weeds and such
Because I know it surrounds
The ones I love very much.
TK
Family Watchdog
this is kind of creepy...but i guess its better to be aware of what's in our neighborhoods. I also hope that if i were to dig a little deeper, i would find that the revenue for all the obnoxious banner ads are going to some charitable cause.
TK
When you visit this site you can enter your address and a map will pop up with a small icon of a house when you live.
Surrounding your house you will see red, blue, and green, dots covering your entire neighborhood.
When you click on one of these dots, a picture of a person will appear with an address and the description of the crime he or she has committed.
This site was developed by John Walsh from Americas Most Wanted
TK
When you visit this site you can enter your address and a map will pop up with a small icon of a house when you live.
Surrounding your house you will see red, blue, and green, dots covering your entire neighborhood.
When you click on one of these dots, a picture of a person will appear with an address and the description of the crime he or she has committed.
This site was developed by John Walsh from Americas Most Wanted
Friday, February 22, 2008
Latest Column - Birches on my mind
"Over the years, I’ve come to see most birch trees only as white accents against a predominately brown and green landscape of pines, oaks and maples. They seem to appear sometimes randomly as solitary beacons of contrast in the forest."
Read the whole article by clicking the link above.
TK
Read the whole article by clicking the link above.
TK
Thursday, February 21, 2008
We shoot...we score !
Well it took more than 20 years, but it looks like Ronald Reagan's 'Star Wars' program finally actually did something, sort of.
What I'm Reading - Disappearances - Howard Frank Mosher
"Disappearances chronicles the efforts of Wild Bill Bonhomme and his larger-than-life father, Quebec Bill, to save the family farm. Desperate to raise money to preserve his endangered cattle herd at the end of a long winter, Quebec Bill resorts to the high-stakes world of whiskey smuggling, a traditional family occupation along the Vermont-Canada border in 1932. On an epic journey through the wilderness, the father and son encounter a cast of wild characters — and live out magical escapades as they carve their way into legend."
I still can't exactly tell if the towns in the story are made up or not...but all of his books have been great. They really put you in touch with a different way of life.
I still can't exactly tell if the towns in the story are made up or not...but all of his books have been great. They really put you in touch with a different way of life.
Where Eagle's Fish
when we were up at Cedar lake last weekend we saw an amazing site. Turns out, we must have a local bald eagle in the area. Early in the afternoon this huge bird starting flying back and forth about 15 feet of the surface of the lake (long since frozen). Turns out, it was waiting for the guys to move out of the way who were ice fishing in a few spots out there. As soon as they moved to a different hole in the ice, the bird would hop over to the hole...waiting for a fish to jump out perhaps ? Not sure if he ever got one, but it was pretty cool to think about how the bird learned to be that patient and comfortable with humans and develop a symbiotic relationship with the fisherman. I'm interested to see if it sticks around after the ice melts and fishing is dramatically easier for all of us. - TK
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Feb Column - Hearth Health
"I’ve been in blue-collar living rooms and shirt and tie boardrooms where men have complemented and ridiculed each other about the condition of their woodpiles."
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Latest Column - Storms and Newborns
you wouldn't think they had a lot in common...and you'd be wrong.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
The Present
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery.
Today is a gift. That's why we call it the present.
Babatunde Olatunji
Today is a gift. That's why we call it the present.
Babatunde Olatunji
perspective
so i start off my monday moning driving to work and not feeling all that excited about it. On my way up the Maine Turnpike i notice that there are 6-8 guys working in the median between the roads. They are each standing up to their knees/waists in snow, wind howling, cars flying by at 70 mph, digging out hundreds of those orange barrels used for diverting traffic on the highway to a single lane. They had all been plowed in with snow during the storm sunday and were now almost completely covered up to their orange blinking lights on top. it was 15 degrees at the time.
you would think that it would have been easier to have a machine with a hook or something that could pluck these things out of the snow using hydraulics ? Guess not.
After seeing that, i didn't feel all that bad about heading into the office to "work".
TK
you would think that it would have been easier to have a machine with a hook or something that could pluck these things out of the snow using hydraulics ? Guess not.
After seeing that, i didn't feel all that bad about heading into the office to "work".
TK
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Kids with Santa
HoHoHo....
busy busy, no time to post. Snow's on the way again. So this is what a Maine winter is supposed to be like!
Monday, November 26, 2007
We are here
...or at least we will be after Dec 17th if everything goes according to plan. About an inch below the big white roof in the middle of the page.
Can't wait until summer !
Can't wait until summer !
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Upcoming Ad for SLCT in The Scarborough Leader
Had some fun coming up with the copy and headline on this one.
TK
Friday, November 16, 2007
Latest column - Apples
What do Apples, Forest Gump, Janis Joplin and Timex all have in common? Read my latest article to find out.
TK
TK
Friday, November 02, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Henry - with accompanyment
"Life in an out of the way place carries universal import, and people everywhere seem to understand what David Mallett's songs are about. Although they are rooted in place, they speak to the essential things that move us all. If you grow up in a small rural town, as Mallett did, you can't help but learn its stories. He knows about the people who shouldn't have stayed, but did, and those who shouldn't have left, but did..."
Just ordered the CD after reading about this in the Bangor Daily News.
Just ordered the CD after reading about this in the Bangor Daily News.
Friday, October 19, 2007
When you gotta go !
....ahh, life with little boys ! Betcha Michelle never thought about doing this before Garrett and Alan came along!
TK
Play (yawn) Ball !
Glad to see I'm not the only guy thinking this way !!
A DAD'S LAMENT
Game Time Vs. Bedtime
By Philip Lerman
Sunday, October 14, 2007; Page B02
The signs of fall are upon us: The days are shorter. The leaves are falling.
And dads are sitting in their basements, watching the baseball playoffs and getting ready for the World Series. Alone.
A DAD'S LAMENT
Game Time Vs. Bedtime
By Philip Lerman
Sunday, October 14, 2007; Page B02
The signs of fall are upon us: The days are shorter. The leaves are falling.
And dads are sitting in their basements, watching the baseball playoffs and getting ready for the World Series. Alone.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
what i'm reading- The Prince of Thieves
i originally picked this up to read on our trip to the UK...just getting around to reading it now. really good so far, with some fairly accurate descriptions and dialog of Boston.
Take care of your Mum's - Latest Column
Sacrificial Mums
By Tim King
Do me a favor - after you’ve returned home from your local garden center, take a minute and put your mums (chrysanthemums) in the ground. You’ll notice I did not say on the porch, on the steps or on the ground next to the driveway. In the ground. The mums you just spent $30 on are not one hit wonders meant to dazzle for a few short weeks and then be discarded. They have more life to give.
In a few weeks, thousands of spruce and pine trees will be harvested, packaged and delivered for Christmas celebrations across the country. That is their fate. It’s what they were born and raised to be. They have had their time in the wild, living under the stars and watching the seasons change from their northern fields.
But the colorful mums we buy are different. They are whole plants, not simply ornamental figureheads. They have roots, stems, leaves and flowers that will last many years - if treated right.
It amazes me year after year, the shear volume of colorful chrysanthemums that are on display at nurseries, supermarkets, superstores and even hardware stores. It seems to me that the number of mums for sale always far outnumber the amount of shoppers looking to add some color to their dying landscapes.
Mums come in a wide variety of colors, shapes and sizes to offer something for everyone. Bright reds, deep maroon, orange, yellow or white, purple, even shades of blue are available to complement any house palette. At this time of year, there are very few choices when it comes to flowering plants. This is the mum’s time to shine.
For this reason, each year thousands are displayed in yards across New England for a few weeks, only to be left for dead and tossed in the trash after Thanksgiving. I just can’t see the point in spending money, year after year, to replace something that is made to come back on its own.
Imagine deciding to replace your new car after it ran out of its first tank of gas, or never taking the goldfish out of the plastic bag when you brought it home from the pet store. A week later, you look at the bag on your counter with its “sleeping” resident and simply flush it away and go get another one. Doesn’t make sense, right?
To me, buying a mum without intending to take care of it is equally negligent. What these plants want more than anything is to be in the ground. Sure, some plants don’t mind the ground-like environments that we create for them in pots and containers indoors. But I’m talking about wild, hardy perennials here.
The mum is plant designed to put on a colorful show, then hunker down to patiently wait out the cold until the warmth of Spring returns. I wonder how many of you have secretly questioned the “hardiness” of the mums’ moniker after witnessing them wilted and dying after the first hard frost. Not so hardy you might think.
I’d like to see how hardy you would be without basic warmth and protection from the elements. Although the surface air may dip below freezing, the underground roots stay relatively warm and toasty into November.
So, if you’ve got some mums just chilling in a pot on your front steps, dig a hole three feet to the left or right…and plant them! Next year, buy some more, then plant those too. Pretty soon, you’ll have a fantastic fall garden that will return and expand on its own each year.
Tim King is a freelance writer who sees the forest and the trees from his home in Scarborough. He can be reached at - sylvan.sauntering@gmail.com
By Tim King
Do me a favor - after you’ve returned home from your local garden center, take a minute and put your mums (chrysanthemums) in the ground. You’ll notice I did not say on the porch, on the steps or on the ground next to the driveway. In the ground. The mums you just spent $30 on are not one hit wonders meant to dazzle for a few short weeks and then be discarded. They have more life to give.
In a few weeks, thousands of spruce and pine trees will be harvested, packaged and delivered for Christmas celebrations across the country. That is their fate. It’s what they were born and raised to be. They have had their time in the wild, living under the stars and watching the seasons change from their northern fields.
But the colorful mums we buy are different. They are whole plants, not simply ornamental figureheads. They have roots, stems, leaves and flowers that will last many years - if treated right.
It amazes me year after year, the shear volume of colorful chrysanthemums that are on display at nurseries, supermarkets, superstores and even hardware stores. It seems to me that the number of mums for sale always far outnumber the amount of shoppers looking to add some color to their dying landscapes.
Mums come in a wide variety of colors, shapes and sizes to offer something for everyone. Bright reds, deep maroon, orange, yellow or white, purple, even shades of blue are available to complement any house palette. At this time of year, there are very few choices when it comes to flowering plants. This is the mum’s time to shine.
For this reason, each year thousands are displayed in yards across New England for a few weeks, only to be left for dead and tossed in the trash after Thanksgiving. I just can’t see the point in spending money, year after year, to replace something that is made to come back on its own.
Imagine deciding to replace your new car after it ran out of its first tank of gas, or never taking the goldfish out of the plastic bag when you brought it home from the pet store. A week later, you look at the bag on your counter with its “sleeping” resident and simply flush it away and go get another one. Doesn’t make sense, right?
To me, buying a mum without intending to take care of it is equally negligent. What these plants want more than anything is to be in the ground. Sure, some plants don’t mind the ground-like environments that we create for them in pots and containers indoors. But I’m talking about wild, hardy perennials here.
The mum is plant designed to put on a colorful show, then hunker down to patiently wait out the cold until the warmth of Spring returns. I wonder how many of you have secretly questioned the “hardiness” of the mums’ moniker after witnessing them wilted and dying after the first hard frost. Not so hardy you might think.
I’d like to see how hardy you would be without basic warmth and protection from the elements. Although the surface air may dip below freezing, the underground roots stay relatively warm and toasty into November.
So, if you’ve got some mums just chilling in a pot on your front steps, dig a hole three feet to the left or right…and plant them! Next year, buy some more, then plant those too. Pretty soon, you’ll have a fantastic fall garden that will return and expand on its own each year.
Tim King is a freelance writer who sees the forest and the trees from his home in Scarborough. He can be reached at - sylvan.sauntering@gmail.com
Monday, October 01, 2007
Red Sox clinch the Division - And we were there !!!
Garrett and me at the Red Sox game on Friday night. That's us in the top right hand corner....I'm the guy with his arm in the air next to the guy with the white shirt. Garrett is the small brown smudge next to me. It was pretty friggin' cool to be there watching the Orioles beat the Yankee's on the Fenway jumbotron. I pulled this picture off Boston.com the next day.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Column - Finding the right place
There’s no place, like the right place.
By Tim King
Sylvan – Adj. of, pertaining to, or inhabiting the woods.
This is the season when a lot of us will look around the garden and evaluate the year. Sure, there may still be a few weeks left of color - late bloomers, hardy annuals, newly purchased mums – but the writing is on the wall. What’s grown has grown, what’s bloomed has bloomed. Soon the color palette will shift from the ground to the sky with the brief flash of brilliance called autumn.
The only question that remains now is “Did my garden do what I wanted it to do?”
For me this question is usually followed by “well, then what can I do differently?” I am, after all, a guy…problem solving is what I’m hardwired to do.
Most often, if a plant or shrub didn’t end up living up to my expectations, it’s not the plants fault. It’s mine. Maybe I didn’t fertilize it when I should have…or at all. If I did, maybe I should have measured more carefully? Or maybe I really did plant those bulbs upside down after all?
There are a lot of things that I could have done wrong this summer. But, like most things in life, I found that simply finding the right location can be the single most important factor of insuring gardening success.
Unfortunately, plants must rely on the good sense (or otherwise) of their owners to determine their fate. Plant a marigold in the shade – you’ll watch it fade. Put a hosta in the sun – by July it’s all done.
To reach their full potential, plants must find a place that matches their specific need for sunlight. Of course water, the right type of soil and showing them a little attention once in a while is also important, but without the right location, their fate is sealed – a life of mediocrity, or worse.
This is why I can be seen digging up perfectly good plants around my yard at this time of year. If I can get them into a new spot now, maybe they’ll have a better shot of coming up stronger next year. I’ll either move them to an entirely new location or split them up and set the stage for a botanical a-b test next year. There’s nothing quite like seeing actual proof that you made the right decision. For me, affirmation yields contentment.
Whether its flowers, shrubs, trees or people, until something finds the right place to grow, it can never truly reach its full potential.
Unfortunately, you can only find this out by trying the other places first. Its trial and error and it can be scary. How long do you think it took the first person to figure out the best time, location and conditions for growing corn, or potatoes? Talk about a test of faith. Guess wrong and you go hungry.
Today, it’s easier. Many of the plants we buy come with clear planting and growing instructions right on the tag. The biggest challenge is trying to decipher the difference between partial sun, partial shade and dappled sun…or how to keep something moist and in well-drained soil at the same time.
It can take years or it can happen instantly. But when you find the right place, it’s something special.
With just the right amount of sunlight, your plants will have a much better chance of actually looking like the pictures in the catalog that you bought them from. What’s best is that most of this growth will occur on its own, with very little effort from you. A perfect example of being in the right place at the right time. Flowers will blossom with vigor and roots will grow strong and deep.
After finding this good place, future generations of plants will have an easier time reaching their full potential too. A particularly hard winter or wet spring can still wreak havoc on your garden, but at least the scales will now be tipped in your favor.
The process reminds me of one of my favorite quotes about hard work and success. Thomas Jefferson said, “I'm a great believer in luck and I find the harder I work, the more I have of it.”
Finding the right place can be hard work, but the rewards are great and the choice is ours alone.
Tim King is a freelance writer who sees the forest and the trees from his home in Scarborough. He can be reached at - sylvan.sauntering@gmail.com
By Tim King
Sylvan – Adj. of, pertaining to, or inhabiting the woods.
This is the season when a lot of us will look around the garden and evaluate the year. Sure, there may still be a few weeks left of color - late bloomers, hardy annuals, newly purchased mums – but the writing is on the wall. What’s grown has grown, what’s bloomed has bloomed. Soon the color palette will shift from the ground to the sky with the brief flash of brilliance called autumn.
The only question that remains now is “Did my garden do what I wanted it to do?”
For me this question is usually followed by “well, then what can I do differently?” I am, after all, a guy…problem solving is what I’m hardwired to do.
Most often, if a plant or shrub didn’t end up living up to my expectations, it’s not the plants fault. It’s mine. Maybe I didn’t fertilize it when I should have…or at all. If I did, maybe I should have measured more carefully? Or maybe I really did plant those bulbs upside down after all?
There are a lot of things that I could have done wrong this summer. But, like most things in life, I found that simply finding the right location can be the single most important factor of insuring gardening success.
Unfortunately, plants must rely on the good sense (or otherwise) of their owners to determine their fate. Plant a marigold in the shade – you’ll watch it fade. Put a hosta in the sun – by July it’s all done.
To reach their full potential, plants must find a place that matches their specific need for sunlight. Of course water, the right type of soil and showing them a little attention once in a while is also important, but without the right location, their fate is sealed – a life of mediocrity, or worse.
This is why I can be seen digging up perfectly good plants around my yard at this time of year. If I can get them into a new spot now, maybe they’ll have a better shot of coming up stronger next year. I’ll either move them to an entirely new location or split them up and set the stage for a botanical a-b test next year. There’s nothing quite like seeing actual proof that you made the right decision. For me, affirmation yields contentment.
Whether its flowers, shrubs, trees or people, until something finds the right place to grow, it can never truly reach its full potential.
Unfortunately, you can only find this out by trying the other places first. Its trial and error and it can be scary. How long do you think it took the first person to figure out the best time, location and conditions for growing corn, or potatoes? Talk about a test of faith. Guess wrong and you go hungry.
Today, it’s easier. Many of the plants we buy come with clear planting and growing instructions right on the tag. The biggest challenge is trying to decipher the difference between partial sun, partial shade and dappled sun…or how to keep something moist and in well-drained soil at the same time.
It can take years or it can happen instantly. But when you find the right place, it’s something special.
With just the right amount of sunlight, your plants will have a much better chance of actually looking like the pictures in the catalog that you bought them from. What’s best is that most of this growth will occur on its own, with very little effort from you. A perfect example of being in the right place at the right time. Flowers will blossom with vigor and roots will grow strong and deep.
After finding this good place, future generations of plants will have an easier time reaching their full potential too. A particularly hard winter or wet spring can still wreak havoc on your garden, but at least the scales will now be tipped in your favor.
The process reminds me of one of my favorite quotes about hard work and success. Thomas Jefferson said, “I'm a great believer in luck and I find the harder I work, the more I have of it.”
Finding the right place can be hard work, but the rewards are great and the choice is ours alone.
Tim King is a freelance writer who sees the forest and the trees from his home in Scarborough. He can be reached at - sylvan.sauntering@gmail.com
Friday, August 31, 2007
Latest column - Trees
Take my Trees…Please!
By Tim King
The headline came to me while writing this article and I had to do some research to make sure that I was using it in the correct context. Many of you may (and many more may not) remember the famous line from comedian and violinist Henny Youngman. “Take my wife…please.”
I was relieved to learn that Henny and his wife were actually very close and were married for more than sixty years…the origin of the joke was an honest misunderstanding by a theater usher. Mr. Youngman only wanted his wife to be escorted to her seat first, but the usher found the line tremendously funny, when taken literally.
You see, I have a love/hate relationship with the trees in my yard. Let’s just say, I know why our section of town is called Pine Point! Between the hazy clouds of dusty pollen that coats everything in sight and has us scrambling for Benadryl in the spring, the sap that stains our vehicles all summer and the needles and cones that ruin the PH balance of my lawn, it’s safe to say that pines are not one of my favorite arbores.
Then again, oaks are not much better.
The oak trees in my yard are constantly shedding their deadwood branches all over my yard. In the fall, my vehicles are bombarded with thousands of golf ball size acorns and the clean white winter landscape is muddied by their late falling leaves, later to be revealed as a clumpy, soggy mess come spring.
Don’t even get me started about the riotous band of squirrels that may come for the acorns, but clearly stay for the much tastier seeds found in my birdfeeder.
All summer long the voracious roots of these overbearing neighbors suck up all the water from my lawn and block the rain and sun from reaching the ground, leaving patches of grass stunted and brown. They are forever tossing their buds, leaves, bugs and branches into my pool and prematurely darkening my deck of the already much too short summer sunshine.
In a few more weeks the work will really begin. Day after day, leaves and needles, cones and acorns will tumble from the trees and need to mulched or hauled away. It will start as a dainty flutter as the nights turn cooler, but will undoubtedly end in a deluge of tree debris covering every inch of my property.
You may be asking why I simply don’t move, where is the love…or even why I would have chosen to live where I do in the first place? Clearly my life would be simpler, maybe even happier, without all of these troublesome trees cluttering my landscape. On the surface, this is true, but I recently came to realize something that has helped me gain a better perspective.
Simply, they were here first.
This past spring, I had an arborist give me an estimate for thinning out the deadwood in the oaks and remove a few of the scrub pines whose growth will always be stunted by the much larger oaks. While we were walking, he mentioned that the age of oaks was probably around 30-40 years old. “At least the second growth, the original trees probably started here more than 100 years ago.”
I was amazed to learn that these monsters were actually second-generation oak trees. I had no idea. What tipped off the arborist were the three main shoots that came out of the ground and stretched to the sky. Each one more than a foot in diameter. “The original tree was as wide as all three of these shoots combined,” he said as I imagined a single trunk, more than five feet across! There is one such stump in my neighborhood. Counting its rings, I found more than 80.
Since that day last spring, I have found myself being more respectful of these proud sentries of my yard. Year after year, they have protected the house against the heat of the sun, the cold wind of countless nor’easters and more sleet, rain and snow than I have seen in my entire life. Actually, more than anyone I know…except maybe my wife’s 102 year old grandfather.
What has impressed me most was the shear determination they have shown over the years. They’ve survived harsh storms, drought and disease… even been completely cut down, only to grow strong and true once again.
Somehow, this makes it a little easier to deal with the mess, hard work and aggravation that comes with sharing my small piece of the world with a few trees. It also reminds me of the importance and limitless potential that can be found by developing a strong set of roots.
Tim King is a freelance writer who sees the forest and the trees from his home in Scarborough. He can be reached at - sylvan.sauntering@gmail.com
By Tim King
The headline came to me while writing this article and I had to do some research to make sure that I was using it in the correct context. Many of you may (and many more may not) remember the famous line from comedian and violinist Henny Youngman. “Take my wife…please.”
I was relieved to learn that Henny and his wife were actually very close and were married for more than sixty years…the origin of the joke was an honest misunderstanding by a theater usher. Mr. Youngman only wanted his wife to be escorted to her seat first, but the usher found the line tremendously funny, when taken literally.
You see, I have a love/hate relationship with the trees in my yard. Let’s just say, I know why our section of town is called Pine Point! Between the hazy clouds of dusty pollen that coats everything in sight and has us scrambling for Benadryl in the spring, the sap that stains our vehicles all summer and the needles and cones that ruin the PH balance of my lawn, it’s safe to say that pines are not one of my favorite arbores.
Then again, oaks are not much better.
The oak trees in my yard are constantly shedding their deadwood branches all over my yard. In the fall, my vehicles are bombarded with thousands of golf ball size acorns and the clean white winter landscape is muddied by their late falling leaves, later to be revealed as a clumpy, soggy mess come spring.
Don’t even get me started about the riotous band of squirrels that may come for the acorns, but clearly stay for the much tastier seeds found in my birdfeeder.
All summer long the voracious roots of these overbearing neighbors suck up all the water from my lawn and block the rain and sun from reaching the ground, leaving patches of grass stunted and brown. They are forever tossing their buds, leaves, bugs and branches into my pool and prematurely darkening my deck of the already much too short summer sunshine.
In a few more weeks the work will really begin. Day after day, leaves and needles, cones and acorns will tumble from the trees and need to mulched or hauled away. It will start as a dainty flutter as the nights turn cooler, but will undoubtedly end in a deluge of tree debris covering every inch of my property.
You may be asking why I simply don’t move, where is the love…or even why I would have chosen to live where I do in the first place? Clearly my life would be simpler, maybe even happier, without all of these troublesome trees cluttering my landscape. On the surface, this is true, but I recently came to realize something that has helped me gain a better perspective.
Simply, they were here first.
This past spring, I had an arborist give me an estimate for thinning out the deadwood in the oaks and remove a few of the scrub pines whose growth will always be stunted by the much larger oaks. While we were walking, he mentioned that the age of oaks was probably around 30-40 years old. “At least the second growth, the original trees probably started here more than 100 years ago.”
I was amazed to learn that these monsters were actually second-generation oak trees. I had no idea. What tipped off the arborist were the three main shoots that came out of the ground and stretched to the sky. Each one more than a foot in diameter. “The original tree was as wide as all three of these shoots combined,” he said as I imagined a single trunk, more than five feet across! There is one such stump in my neighborhood. Counting its rings, I found more than 80.
Since that day last spring, I have found myself being more respectful of these proud sentries of my yard. Year after year, they have protected the house against the heat of the sun, the cold wind of countless nor’easters and more sleet, rain and snow than I have seen in my entire life. Actually, more than anyone I know…except maybe my wife’s 102 year old grandfather.
What has impressed me most was the shear determination they have shown over the years. They’ve survived harsh storms, drought and disease… even been completely cut down, only to grow strong and true once again.
Somehow, this makes it a little easier to deal with the mess, hard work and aggravation that comes with sharing my small piece of the world with a few trees. It also reminds me of the importance and limitless potential that can be found by developing a strong set of roots.
Tim King is a freelance writer who sees the forest and the trees from his home in Scarborough. He can be reached at - sylvan.sauntering@gmail.com
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Edie Clark - writer
"For the past 17 years, she has written a popular monthly essay for Yankee. Known as Mary’s Farm, the column is rooted in the place where she lives, an old farm in the Monadnock Region of New Hampshire. The farm, which once grew corn and flax, sheep and horses, once belonged to a woman named Mary. Edie bought the farm 10 years ago, and now grows only hay. And stories."
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
"Time wounds all heel's" ~John Lennon
this was the answer John Lennon gave to the question about whether or not he held any ill will towards Richard Nixon for trying to quiet his voice through threats of deportation. An interesting documentary because it shows a little from both sides. how about the brutally honest G. Gordon Liddy "if he had just sung his songs and kept his mouth shut, the FBI would have left him alone."
How true Lennon's quote soon became in regards to Nixon.
How true Lennon's quote soon became in regards to Nixon.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Triskele
Triskeles are one of the most common elements of Celtic art; they are found in a variety of styles in both ancient and modern Celtic art, especially in relation to depictions of the Mother Goddess. They also evoke the Celtic concept of the domains of material existence- earth, water, and sky, and their interrelations.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
song lyrics
Twice as much
Ain't twice as good
And can't sustain
Like one half would.
It's wanting more
That's gonna bring me to
My knees.
John Mayer - Gravity
Ain't twice as good
And can't sustain
Like one half would.
It's wanting more
That's gonna bring me to
My knees.
John Mayer - Gravity
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Into the Wild - Movie
great book...started me on the journey that landed us in Maine. I'll be very interested to see how they end it...since no one really knows.
latest column- thanks for the inspiration Maryellen
Learning to let it go - and grow
By Tim King
I got an interesting email from my aunt last week. It consisted of a conversation between God and St. Francis who were talking about a group called the “Suburbanites” and their odd landscaping habits. Here’s how it began:
GOD to St. Francis: “Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions, violets, thistle and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honeybees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But, all I see are these green rectangles.”
To which St. Francis replies: “It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers "weeds" and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.”
God and St. Francis went on to talk about how boring green grass is, how we fertilize and water our lawns to make it grow, even when it is supposed to be resting, just so we can work harder (or pay money) to cut it down. God listened in further disbelief as St. Francis told him about the Suburbanites quest to scoop up every last leave in the fall, even through he intended them to be used as protection during the winter, and fertilizer come spring.
Imagine his shock to later find out that Suburbanites then cut down trees to grind into mulch to do the same job as the leaves!
While I will admit that I am guilty of many of these same tactics, the email did get me to try and imagine what a more natural landscape would look like in my yard. I began to look for examples to try and mimic.
I didn’t have to look very far.
The next time you are driving down main thoroughfare like Payne Road, the connector between Rte 1 and Rte 295 or Rand Road in Westbrook, take a look at the natural diversity of plants that thrive in the stretch of land between the road and the trees. I did, and was amazed at what I saw.
Where I had once seen only weeds and overgrowth (if I noticed anything at all in my rush to get to wherever I was going) I now became aware of a wonderfully wild strip of various colors, sizes and shapes that has grow and evolved entirely on its own. The view, when you take away the distractions of asphalt and road noise, would rival any other found in a more serene, hidden tract of land.
As I pass the wavering kaleidoscope of purple, blue, white and yellow flowers of all types, I wonder for a minute about a single stand of black-eyed Susan daisies that are set a few feet away from the others plants.
How, in the middle of the Maine Turnpike, high on a rocky cliff, with the noise and smoke from thousands of traveling vehicles, did this dainty blossom of sunshine come to be?
I imagine a lone flower flying out of a car, maybe a convertible, from a bouquet being brought to sick friend, like that floating feather in the movie Forrest Gump. Perhaps it lay along the roadside, withering in the hot sun, as countless cars speed by. Eventually, the petals dry and fall off and its seed pack lightens. One day, a huge 18-wheeler truck blasts down the breakdown lane and its tremendous backdraft launches the seeds up to more fertile ground.
All winter the seeds wait under a blanket of snow (hopefully) and are pulled into the soil by the warm rains of spring, and grow. With a firm foothold now in place and a bright future of life in the wild, Susan begins her new life overlooking the roadway where she was unknowingly abandoned just months before…and begins a family of her own.
One of my favorite quotes from Henry Thoreau is “there is only as much beauty visible to us in the landscape as we are prepared to appreciate—not a grain more.” I try to keep this thought with me as I walk, ride, hike or bike in order to better absorb what is in front of me. Like a Boy Scout, I want to be prepared, to see.
I realize that there is much more beauty already occurring around me than I will ever be able to replicate in my own private landscape. The challenge is knowing when to stop trying so hard and just let nature do what it does best – grow.
Tim King is a freelance writer who sees the forest and the trees from his home in Scarborough. He can be reached at - sylvan.sauntering@gmail.com
By Tim King
I got an interesting email from my aunt last week. It consisted of a conversation between God and St. Francis who were talking about a group called the “Suburbanites” and their odd landscaping habits. Here’s how it began:
GOD to St. Francis: “Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions, violets, thistle and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honeybees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But, all I see are these green rectangles.”
To which St. Francis replies: “It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers "weeds" and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.”
God and St. Francis went on to talk about how boring green grass is, how we fertilize and water our lawns to make it grow, even when it is supposed to be resting, just so we can work harder (or pay money) to cut it down. God listened in further disbelief as St. Francis told him about the Suburbanites quest to scoop up every last leave in the fall, even through he intended them to be used as protection during the winter, and fertilizer come spring.
Imagine his shock to later find out that Suburbanites then cut down trees to grind into mulch to do the same job as the leaves!
While I will admit that I am guilty of many of these same tactics, the email did get me to try and imagine what a more natural landscape would look like in my yard. I began to look for examples to try and mimic.
I didn’t have to look very far.
The next time you are driving down main thoroughfare like Payne Road, the connector between Rte 1 and Rte 295 or Rand Road in Westbrook, take a look at the natural diversity of plants that thrive in the stretch of land between the road and the trees. I did, and was amazed at what I saw.
Where I had once seen only weeds and overgrowth (if I noticed anything at all in my rush to get to wherever I was going) I now became aware of a wonderfully wild strip of various colors, sizes and shapes that has grow and evolved entirely on its own. The view, when you take away the distractions of asphalt and road noise, would rival any other found in a more serene, hidden tract of land.
As I pass the wavering kaleidoscope of purple, blue, white and yellow flowers of all types, I wonder for a minute about a single stand of black-eyed Susan daisies that are set a few feet away from the others plants.
How, in the middle of the Maine Turnpike, high on a rocky cliff, with the noise and smoke from thousands of traveling vehicles, did this dainty blossom of sunshine come to be?
I imagine a lone flower flying out of a car, maybe a convertible, from a bouquet being brought to sick friend, like that floating feather in the movie Forrest Gump. Perhaps it lay along the roadside, withering in the hot sun, as countless cars speed by. Eventually, the petals dry and fall off and its seed pack lightens. One day, a huge 18-wheeler truck blasts down the breakdown lane and its tremendous backdraft launches the seeds up to more fertile ground.
All winter the seeds wait under a blanket of snow (hopefully) and are pulled into the soil by the warm rains of spring, and grow. With a firm foothold now in place and a bright future of life in the wild, Susan begins her new life overlooking the roadway where she was unknowingly abandoned just months before…and begins a family of her own.
One of my favorite quotes from Henry Thoreau is “there is only as much beauty visible to us in the landscape as we are prepared to appreciate—not a grain more.” I try to keep this thought with me as I walk, ride, hike or bike in order to better absorb what is in front of me. Like a Boy Scout, I want to be prepared, to see.
I realize that there is much more beauty already occurring around me than I will ever be able to replicate in my own private landscape. The challenge is knowing when to stop trying so hard and just let nature do what it does best – grow.
Tim King is a freelance writer who sees the forest and the trees from his home in Scarborough. He can be reached at - sylvan.sauntering@gmail.com
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Question from a recent trip down the condiment aisle
Why does Ernest Hemingway have/need to have his face and name on a line of cooking sauces ?
What's next....Henry Thoreau Concord Grape Jelly ???
What's next....Henry Thoreau Concord Grape Jelly ???
Monday, August 13, 2007
My Column - Plant...Life
Looking Past the Bloom -
By Tim King
With summer now officially in full swing, the "Red Dot" clearance of perennials that have recently ‘lost their bloom’ is now on. Go to any garden center and you will likely find a sad shelf or rolling cart filled with browned, often drooping plants.
These containers, which were full of color and promise just a few weeks ago, are cast aside destined for immortality as part of a far away compost pile, or worse, simply forgotten. This is generally the time I like to add to my perennial gardens. Yes, maybe I’m cheap, but I also enjoy the feeling of rescuing these unwanted plants whose only fault was getting placed at the back of the line.
Their lives began just like the lucky ones who have already found homes earlier in the season. They are all born of solid ancestry, nurtured and raised into budding adolescents and then sent out into the world to do the best they can with what they have. Many arrive to nurseries and home centers still wet behind the ears, and again they are coddled and cared for with just enough food, water and sunlight to keep them green and alive.
And wait. Now, it’s a lottery. Who gets picked and who gets left behind?
When the warm spring sun calls forward the promise of summer blooms, many gardeners take stock of perennials peaking through the hard ground. What has survived the winter? What will need to be replaced? What do I want to move? How do they get those plants to look so BIG in the catalogs? These are just a few of the thoughts on my mind as well.
Inevitably, I’ll make a few trips to the local greenhouse - not to buy- more to breath in the warm air and kick start my senses from the deprivation of earthy smells and bright colors I have endured through the winter. (The annual Portland Flower Show having only whet my appetite while there was still snow on the ground!)
No, these early trips are primarily R&R (research and rejuvenation) journeys. I may buy a plant or two but my thoughts immediately flash forward to a summer day, much like today, when I’ll uncover a perfectly good day lily, daisy or geranium in need of rescue.
While many of their more fortunate cousins have already established their roots around the neighborhood, the ones I’ll pick have sat patiently waiting. As the days turn into weeks and they begin to strain against the confines of their now to small pots, many must wonder what they did wrong. Did I bloom to early? Too late? Was I not green enough? How did I end up next to the cinder blocks and why didn’t anyone put me back before now?
So the next time you visit a garden center, look past the evergreens shrubs, trees and groundcovers that are now in season and search out the table of shabby looking plants pushed into a back corner. Often, given a chance (and a little sunshine, water and good soil of course) these survivors often respond by performing well for many years to come. Not every plant you rescue will come back, but many do...you just have to wait a little longer to see whether your compassion has paid off. And, what’s so bad about that?
By Tim King
With summer now officially in full swing, the "Red Dot" clearance of perennials that have recently ‘lost their bloom’ is now on. Go to any garden center and you will likely find a sad shelf or rolling cart filled with browned, often drooping plants.
These containers, which were full of color and promise just a few weeks ago, are cast aside destined for immortality as part of a far away compost pile, or worse, simply forgotten. This is generally the time I like to add to my perennial gardens. Yes, maybe I’m cheap, but I also enjoy the feeling of rescuing these unwanted plants whose only fault was getting placed at the back of the line.
Their lives began just like the lucky ones who have already found homes earlier in the season. They are all born of solid ancestry, nurtured and raised into budding adolescents and then sent out into the world to do the best they can with what they have. Many arrive to nurseries and home centers still wet behind the ears, and again they are coddled and cared for with just enough food, water and sunlight to keep them green and alive.
And wait. Now, it’s a lottery. Who gets picked and who gets left behind?
When the warm spring sun calls forward the promise of summer blooms, many gardeners take stock of perennials peaking through the hard ground. What has survived the winter? What will need to be replaced? What do I want to move? How do they get those plants to look so BIG in the catalogs? These are just a few of the thoughts on my mind as well.
Inevitably, I’ll make a few trips to the local greenhouse - not to buy- more to breath in the warm air and kick start my senses from the deprivation of earthy smells and bright colors I have endured through the winter. (The annual Portland Flower Show having only whet my appetite while there was still snow on the ground!)
No, these early trips are primarily R&R (research and rejuvenation) journeys. I may buy a plant or two but my thoughts immediately flash forward to a summer day, much like today, when I’ll uncover a perfectly good day lily, daisy or geranium in need of rescue.
While many of their more fortunate cousins have already established their roots around the neighborhood, the ones I’ll pick have sat patiently waiting. As the days turn into weeks and they begin to strain against the confines of their now to small pots, many must wonder what they did wrong. Did I bloom to early? Too late? Was I not green enough? How did I end up next to the cinder blocks and why didn’t anyone put me back before now?
So the next time you visit a garden center, look past the evergreens shrubs, trees and groundcovers that are now in season and search out the table of shabby looking plants pushed into a back corner. Often, given a chance (and a little sunshine, water and good soil of course) these survivors often respond by performing well for many years to come. Not every plant you rescue will come back, but many do...you just have to wait a little longer to see whether your compassion has paid off. And, what’s so bad about that?
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
I'm going to write a newspaper column
We'll see what it gets me, but i thought it was about time that i did some writing for me for a change. Even be able to put my name on it. First one has been well received (by the editor, my neighbors and random people around town) and i'm working on the next one now.
Cross this one off the New Year's Resolution list....19 months later.
For now, you have to download the whole PDF, but maybe someday it will be online to view. (I'm on page 9-10)
TK
Cross this one off the New Year's Resolution list....19 months later.
For now, you have to download the whole PDF, but maybe someday it will be online to view. (I'm on page 9-10)
TK
What I'm Reading - The Archer's Tale
i'm going to try something new and see what this story/series has to offer. so far, its pretty good stuff. maybe i might even learn something too.
Monday, July 30, 2007
I don't know how it happened...
but somehow, i have run out of duct tape at my house. Oh, the horror !!!
Friday, July 27, 2007
cool nights
for the first time since we moved to maine, we slept with the A/C on lat night....mostly becuase it was already in the window. it was kinda nice, but i'm glad that we don't HAVE to use it every day like we did in Groton.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
plant life
the "red dot" clearance of perennials that have lost their bloom for the year is now on. i was at home depot and picked up some day lillie containers for $3 each. it's almost like resurrected these plants to give them a new life. First they are sitting there hoping to find a home, they bloom and put on their best show in order to entice a potential family. After, when it begins to droop and brown, it must think all hope is lost, destined for the compost pile, or worse, simply forgotten. I feel like i'm giving these plants a second chance, and they often respond by growing even better for me the next year. Not every plant i rescue comes back, but many do...all they needed was a fighting chance and a little attention.
Monday, July 23, 2007
What I'm Reading - The Fourth Hand - John Irving
Enjoyable so far, but i don't know where its going to go. Maybe a little too out there in terms of storytelling and it is leaving me feeling empty. i guess its entertaining, though.
Henry's trail through Maine
"In wildness is the preservation of the world." Henry David Thoreau
“Wildness Within, Wildness Without”
Exploring Maine's Thoreau-Wabanaki Trail
Celebrating the wilderness spirit and recreational heritage of the North Woods of Maine.
Sorry that its been so long since i've posted last. I can't explain why i have not taken the time to write more often lately...i just have not been compelled to share. I'll try to get back on track if for no other reason than to maintain a log of what i was experiencing at this time.
“Wildness Within, Wildness Without”
Exploring Maine's Thoreau-Wabanaki Trail
Celebrating the wilderness spirit and recreational heritage of the North Woods of Maine.
Sorry that its been so long since i've posted last. I can't explain why i have not taken the time to write more often lately...i just have not been compelled to share. I'll try to get back on track if for no other reason than to maintain a log of what i was experiencing at this time.
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