1.6.10

Intermission: Scenes from a Sunday

A post about an astonishing garden, and another about the two lives of a beautiful room, are in the works.  I might even post something mean about the Kluge house in Virginia if popular demand is strong enough, but in the meantime, a little miscellany until organized.

I tend to be very unsociable on Sundays---I spend the rest of the week at beck and call, and only a very close friend, or a customer wishing to drop a LOT of money, or an emergency, or a combination of all three, like a customer who is a good friend having an emergency need to spend lots of money at my store, can blast me out of solitude on that day.  Or, in  season, a boat....

Morning
The meadow behind the Dilettante's house is alive with thousands, if not millions, of buttercups by day, easily photographed.  By night the meadow is even more spectacularly alive with thousands, if not millions, of fireflies, unfortunately impossible to photograph.  Both are displays that make me slow down for a moment and watch.
 My field of buttercups.  A neighbor thanked me for it this morning .  I can claim no credit.

Midday
The move into the new shop continues at snail's (or Dilettante's) pace.  I spent much of the middle of the day painting, painting, painting my new office-to-be, only to run out of paint three minutes before the paint store closed.  I never can remember that they now close at 2:00 on Sundays.

 Literally one cup of primer would have finished the ceiling.  I'm still waiting for the electrician

Mid-Afternoon.
Frustrated by the lack of paint, I race to Ellsworth, the nearest big box town, to see if anybody is open who carries Benjamin Moore primer.  Nope, but by the time I'm on the far side of town at Marden's Surplus & Salvage, contemplating $9.00 jeans and .50 cent beauty supplies in slightly damaged packaging  Sometimes there are great finds---an Armani shirt for $10.00, giant Italian terra cotta pots for $7.00, sometimes not.  Today was  not.   Unless I needed a pastel golf bag.  Ever heard me mention golf?  Exactly. (Although I would give anything to know how the golf ball I found on my bedroom floor the other day got there.  I'm two miles uphill from the local country club.) 

Marden's, The Down East Maine answer to ABC Carpet & Home

Now I was as close to Mt. Desert Island as home, and it being as spectacular a day as can be imagined, I decided to go hiking on one of the island trails.

Late Mid-Afternoon
I've long been planning a post about the extraordinary Asticou Azalea Garden, so stopped on the way to take pictures.  Stay tuned.


Late Afternoon
I am now at my destination, the Asticou Terraces and the Eliot Mountain trail.  The light is very beautiful, the air unexpectedly balmy, and fragrant with sea air and balsam, the scent of Down East Maine.  There used to be a third ingredient in the perfume, fish bait, but as our fishing industry declines, and the plutocrat to pine tree ratio narrows, this has changed.

High above Northeast Harbor from Asticou trail

Along the way, the trail passes through the beautiful Thuja garden, one of Maine's loveliest sights in August (I'll post about it then), but there was this Himalayan blue poppy (Meconopsis) in unexpected bloom.  For those who don't know, this is one of the holy grails of cool climate gardening.

The enigmatic and elusive Himalayan poppy


Aftermath of the glacier along the trail

Early Evening
Back home, no paint, but pleasantly tired from the hike, and full of vows to do it more often (See also, Resolutions, New Year's, Broken).  Passing the local lobster shack, I realize that a crab roll, a side of onion rings, and a vanilla shake hold far more appeal and far less preparation than the tofu and broccoli stir-fry I'd been planning (no, I'm not kidding---), and braked quickly.   It was delicious.  And the tofu and the broccoli are still in the refrigerator.....waiting.....

12 comments:

ArchitectDesign™ said...

tofu and broccoli can wait for a weekday, crab roll & onion rings & a milkshake are ESSENTIAL on weekends! Your backyard of buttercups is fantastic. Your own little 'sound of music' -haha. Do you twirl around singing in the field? I would!

The Down East Dilettante said...

ROFLMAO! Of course I do---in a dirndle and hip waders

smilla4blogs said...

OK, I'm coming back to "our town" to see that! You are a better photographer than you let on!

Toby Worthington said...

Nicely done, Dilettante.
It wasn't until the very end of this entertaining
post that I realized the Subject was nothing in
particular. In your hands, Nothing amounts to
Something.

little augury said...

just as a Sunday should be- rambling.
Picture perfect views that are enviable-paint can wait. pgt

The Sidekick said...

You make me sad I missed this weekend in "our town". Sounds heavenly, right down to the crab roll! Now -- back to painting.

lindaraxa said...

A crab roll!! with onion rings and a milkshake?! I just died and went to heaven. What a wonderful end to the perfect Sunday...tofu? yucky

home before dark said...

A lovely wonder/wanderlust. Glad you have one day to be what you want to be.

home before dark said...

Back again. It's taken me a bit to remember what your memorial day and this Sunday in review reminded me of, and it finally came to me: Joyce's Ulysses. It shares the "day in the life of," the strange interconnectedness, the revealing of a place by layers and told in a unique voice. While Joyce's prose was written to impress, yours is easier to digest...especially the crabroll part.

Turner Pack Rats said...

i am also bowled over with buttercups this year up here in the country. i was going to mow a section but left them to light my veggie garden with golden profusion.

looks like you could use my electrical expertise more than ever. i would use a candle if i were you.

in my garden are 6 silver maples - now 15 feet high - bought at mardens for 50 cents each but i stay away cause you can always find ten great bargains you always wanted but don't really need. it sounds like your ability to focus once on the road on a beautiful day is about as good as mine and even more compromised by being so close to MD.

the best visit we ever made to thuja was in mid october when they are not "officially" open but if you take a certain trail and know about the never locked back gate...... it was heavenly - like our own private garden. those who have never been there should drop everything right now and just go.

security word def - "pedis" - latin word meaning long leisurely walk in a field of buttercups

Turner Pack Rats said...

ps - in a second look at your pix, i noticed the magic glaciers do - X marks the spot

security word def - "micte" - polish rodents

Janet said...

A lesson to live by: when life hands you lemons, remember it can also hand you a Himalayan poppy and a crab roll.

I do believe spring fever has come to Downeast Maine....