Y'all have a glorious Glorious Fourth, hear? Go see a parade! Watch fireworks! Feast on hamburgers and watermelon. Listen to politicians. (Just enjoy the rhetoric, don't analyze!)
The following weekend, July 10-11, the Friends of Fort Edgecomb will hold their second encampment on the Fort grounds. Go over and visit our own version of "Colonial House." Less hectic than in June when our Colonials were fending off the British invaders.
Also the following Saturday, July 10, the Edgecomb Congregational Church will dazzle our tastebuds with the first of this summer's series of benefit suppers. Watch this spot!
To participate in an informal poll on the Palesky tax relief referendum, click on the Edgecomb website www.Edgecomb.org (See below). At present, it stands 25% in favor, 50% "No, but something must be done," and 25% not sure. Other options: "Yes, if this is the only option," and a flat-out No. It will be interesting to see how the percentages change over the four months before Election.
The moose permits lottery was good to Edgecomb this year: Gerald McGrail, Fred Nelson, Dick Oulton and Chris Tupper all have bull permits, Jeff Clifford an antlerless permit.
Last Saturday afternoon Bruce and I attended the 50th Anniversary bash for the Lincoln County Historical Society. Good to see many friends, and to wander through their amazing 1950s exhibit, "Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On!," which will continue all summer. ‘50s gear is hard to find. It may be that we didn't value it at the time, or that we were so disaffected during the ‘60s and ‘70s that we pitched a lot of memorabilia in rebellious rejection. The Old Jail Museum displays some very fine examples, from sublime (a dark rum taffeta evening gown to die for!) to workaday (a shell-pink washing machine with wringer, anyone?). Accompanied by period background music, you bet! Museum hours for July and August are 10:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.; Saturdays only in September, 10:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. Call 882.6817 for more information.
The other day, early evening, around 7:00, but still light, a large belligerent porcupine, quills audibly rattling, strode across our lawn, bound for the one remaining tall locust tree in front. We watched spell-bound as he hitched himself up, a kind of shinny, until he was lost from sight on the highest substantial branch, and hunks of locust blossoms began thudding down.
After two days of near-total rainfall, it was good to get out to the garden and plant long-delayed herbs: basil, cress, chervil. I have never raised chervil and am unaware of ever having eaten it fresh, but it seems to be in a lot of recipes. So we will see what it's all about!
Feeding mosquitoes at 234 River Road, 633-2978, bonesukl@midcoast.com. This column appears in several local papers, and at www.Edgecomb.org.