Several days ago, we went to the nearby town of Milo to get supplies for a temporary archery range that my children begged their grandfather to set up in the yard. Milo is a small rural town in Maine and one of its attractions is an old railroad cutting through the heart of town. The closure of factories in the area lead to the abandonment of the rails.
The hardware store that my husband went to was on the side of the railroad across this train station. So while my husband shopped, I took several shots of the crumbling structure. As it is summer, Queen Annes and other meadowflowers bloomed abundantly. I thought they softened the stark lines of the building and even lent charm to the place.
I was hunting for mushrooms in the woods surrounding my in-laws’ place when I chanced upon the sunlight filtering through the foliage and lighting up these cracked tiles on an old picnic table. I have seen these things many times before but the light and shadows made them look mysterious. 🙂
in early June, my husband and I had the chance to explore the Rolland F. Perry City Forest, a.k.a. Bangor City Forest. It is tucked right in the city of Bangor, Maine. According to the City Website –
“Rolland F. Perry City Forest encompasses more than 680 acres of wildlife habitat and working forest in Bangor, Maine, and features more than 4 miles of access roads and more than 9 miles of trails for running, hiking, biking, snowshoeing, and cross country skiing. It is owned by the city of Bangor and open throughout the year.”
My husband hails from Maine but has not heard of this place until we looked for a place to belatedly celebrate our wedding anniversary.
I was surprised and not too surprised.
Outside of the bigger cities, Maine is wild and forested. In fact, our Maine family home was built in a place that was carved out of the woods. Everywhere I looked, I would see nothing but woods. And that may be why my deary husband did not find the need to go looking for woods elsewhere.
On my part, I never expected to see a forest in the city. I just took it for granted that Bangor would naturally have plenty of trees because that is just the way all of Maine is. I guess I can say that the City Forest is hidden in plain sight.
We spent hours walking around this place (and the Orono Boardwalk nearby which will be the subject of a future separate post). Because we visited during a working day during working hours, not too many people were around. But there were a some mothers and children, and families who took advantage of the first sunny day in a week of rains.
We had so much fun walking (like a young couple), the sun was already setting when we headed out. What lucky Bangor people to have this kind of place right on their doorstep.
When i thought of things or activities that give (me) satisfaction, gardening was among the first to come to mind. Every aspect of it – from preparing the soil, to digging, to choosing the plants, even weeding, give me immense pleasure.
Perhaps the joy comes primarily from the expectation that something good will come out of my labor. To some extent, I compare the joyful expectancy to a mother expecting to see the baby in her womb, or to see her children grow into beautiful, mature persons. I find myself visiting the garden everyday to see how much the plants have grown; be sad when pests eat the leaf; rejoice when I see the flowers or the first fruits. How fulfilling it is to pick the mature fruits. They make all the effort worth it.
I can only think of one thing more satisfying than harvesting the fruits, and that is, eating them.