Jasper Beach in Machiasport, Maine. The entire beach is made of wave-polished stones. Many of them are very beautiful. It doesn’t show well in this picture because we were there on a very overcast day, but many of the pebbles have rich red streaks. You’ll see green and gray and white, as well. There isn’t a lot of difference between these two pics, but I thought you might like to see a truly rare piece of Maine.
The oddest thing about this beach is the noise it makes as the waves come and go. Click click click, as the rocks knock against each other in the water’s movements. A half a mile of clicking rocks polishing themselves against the other rocks…again and again. There are very few pebble beaches around the world. We are lucky to have this one.
A dear friend of mine, Harold Hodgkins, sent this sunflower to be included in this challenge.
Tipping my hat to Roda over at Growing Self here. She has this wonderful series this month called The Gift of Gratitude. Check it out! Her topic today is trees. I thought I would share a pic of my favorite tree, Della. Della got her name from her deliquescent shape. I had no idea what that was until a forester told me and then I just had to name her. You just know I’m a tree-naming sort of person, don’t you?
Della the American Elm just started growing out of the rose hedge one year not so very long ago. She was just a little wisp of a thing but she’s continued her journey toward the sky and now she towers over the house. I live in fear of Dutch Elm disease, but for now, she is magnificent.
This is an old pic of her from six years ago. Since I wanted to feature a tree because it was Roda’s topic today, it had to be my favorite tree. I don’t have a current pic of Della in full leaf, so we’ll have to make do with this one. This is a very young Della, but Della all the same.
I give you a staple of the Maine woods…the skidder (pronounced skiddah around here.) This is used to drag trees out of the woods. This one was parked in front of our barn a few years ago while we were having a few truckloads of trees cut out back.
This one was inspired by my good friend Nel over at Reactionary Tales Nel has a beautiful woodstove where you can see the fire burning. It’s really lovely. If you click the link and scroll down you will see the stove and her cats.
Our Victorian stove is an inefficient antique built in 1867 in Bangor, Maine. You can’t see the fire unless you open the bottom doors and then it’s an open flame. The wood is loaded through a door on the right side. The top doors open up to a small oven and the top swings away to show two spots to cook. It’s pretty cool. They called it an apartment stove 150 years ago.