Voices softly call greetings as we approach Waterfall Bridge in Acadia National Park. People arrive in pairs, alone, or in small groups. It is dusk, and we have come to paint the bridge with light. As day fades to dark … Continue reading
Maple syrup is made in the short span when winter is over, but it is not quite spring. In between times—the soft colors of dusk when it is no longer day, but not yet night, or those awkward years when … Continue reading
“The light is changing, dear winter people, and the owls are chatting at night,” is the lyrical beginning of the weekly menu at Acacia House Inn. On a side street in Bar Harbor, Acacia House is a busy B&B during … Continue reading
“Biscuit Break!” Stephen Madera calls to his team, and all thirteen dogs turn his way. Teddy, Raven, Rigel, Dove, Snow, Roy, Dove Two, Kealy, Little Bug, Gizzy, Camey, Digger and North are harnessed together and have spent the morning … Continue reading
Holly Masterson’s neat shingled home has nautical charts pinned to the wall, a barnacle-encrusted glass bottle on the front step, and a lobster buoy hanging from the porch roof. Painted white, blue and DayGlo yellow, the pattern on the buoy … Continue reading
When a wild cranberry, accinium vitis-idaea, escapes being eaten by birds or picked by people and freezes on the bush, a tart, tender, syrupy bite is born. The freeze seems to break down the fibrous center of the cranberry, much … Continue reading
