Campground Life

Snow…frozen precipitation…crystalline water ice…24 predicted inches… The goats are snug in their house with plenty of hay and warm water. Steven has projects planned that don’t involve me. I’m staying in new  flannel pajamas (thank you TJ MAxx for your clearance sale) all day long, working on the hanging art installation for the studio (in…

Steve’s on the Searsport Clamming Committee.  One of his year ’round duties is to check the clam flats every Sunday at low tide…maybe some of you have joined him on a dig during the summer…totally enjoyable with bountiful rewards… In January, it’s 25 degrees with a bitter bracing wind…and low tide is early…too early.  …

We’re back from our holiday trip to Elkhart, Boston and Portland…we gathered great memories, some thoughtful Christmas presents and ten pounds of willful indulgence (who says no to wine, sugar and wonderful meals during the holidays?) that are making our jeans feel tight snug. A major perk of living the campground life for so long…

Family and friends, giggling nephews levitating from the couch, tantalizing packages, Bessie’s pecan pie, carols and espresso…may your world be filled with all your cherished pleasures too…carry the blessings of the holiday into 2011…peace be with us all…Love Astrig & Steven

It’s crispy cold here but there’s no wind so you can hear the snow crunch under your boots and the ice crackle as the tide comes over the seaweed. We just walked to the park and I wanted to show you the tanker in the Bay. Cheers!

After living and breathing the campground life for going on 18 years…I just had an epiphany (yes, I’m slow to generate these thoughts)…our “job” is to facilitate the long lazy vacation days of others from June to September.  Then it takes us a few months to settle into a new rhythm while we put the campground…

I had lunch with artist Susan Perrine the other day in Lisbon Maine (she’s the lovely woman responsible for the twig garden structures in the Shores).  I chatted her ear off about my child-like weaving and she answered every one of my beginner questions.  When I was finished breathlessly, she spoke of the gallerys that are…

Su came up for a few days to help us celebrate and as usual the time flew by.    One of the drawbacks of living this far North (I know, there’s a whole country North of us…but in November Searsport feels “far North.”) is that we don’t see as much of our family during the holidays for…

If you don’t have an opinionated father, don’t bother reading this post…it will probably bore you.  Me, I was raised to know that as long as dad was roaring, he was OK…and when I stumbled upon this essay by Bruce Cameron I had to read it twice…the first time to myself, giggling…the second time to…