KCT Thought of the Week, July 4, 2014

“The southwest wind brought us the soft aroma of the pines, the dry odor of dead leaves, the scent of the marsh and of the gray mud, washed by the tides. It seemed to me the most beautiful country in the world—more beautiful, in spite of the November chill and the dull autumn twilight, than the mountains of Spain or the parks of England—than the broad rivers, the prairies, the lakes, the towering cliffs of the West. There was something about it that caught at my throat—that filled me with a sense of exultation: of freedom. It was my country. In it there was something mysterious and unseen that could never be taken from me. Others might call it theirs: might drive me from it: might burn down the house: might fell the gnarled apple tree beside the kitchen door; but the river would be there still, winding in S’s through the marsh. The sea and the pines and the rounded ledges would be there always, waiting. There would always be ducks, contentedly peering beneath the banks for the strange things ducks eat: always a green heron to flop from the marsh in a frenzy of fear: always the fragrance of mallow and lilacs in the spring, the sweet breath of the sea, the web of song from the bobolinks and robins. Whatever happened, it would be my country still.” ~ Kenneth Roberts, “Rabble in Arms”
Celebrating Freedom: Photo by Robert Dennis


Thought of the Week, June 27, 2014

"When I have thought of kindness or cruelty, weariness or exuberance, devotion or betrayal, carelessness or care, doggedness or awkwardness or grace, I have had in my mind's eye the men and women of this place, their faces and gestures and movements."  ~ Wendell Berry, in "A Native Hill", "The Art of the Commonplace"

A Perfect Day at Cape Porpoise Pier:  Photo by Robert Dennis

KCT Thought of the Week, June 13, 2014

“Out on the ocean now it is beginning to roughen and the southwest wind is blowing the smallish waves into larger versions of themselves.  They are beginning to break upon the beach with curling whitecaps at their crests and the water that they consist of seems no longer blue but rather a dull and somber grey.”  ~  Alistair Macleod, “As Birds Bring Forth the Sun and Other Stories”

Fog & Rain on the Coast of Maine:  Photo by Robert Dennis

KCT Thought of the Week, May 23, 2014

Cover them over with beautiful flowers,
Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours,
Lying so silent by night and by day
Sleeping the years of their manhood away.
Give them the meed they have won in the past;
Give them the honors their future forcast;
Give them the chaplets they won in the strife;
Give them the laurels they lost with their life.
~ Will Carleton

Trust Tulips (Thanks to Gail Roller):  Photo by Lisa Lassey

KCT Thought of the Week, April 25, 2014

What do we plant when we plant the tree?

We plant the ship that will cross the sea,

We plant the mast to carry the sails,

We plant the planks to withstand the gales—

The keel, the keelson, and the beam and knee—

We plant the ship when we plant the tree.   Henry Abbey (1842 – 1911) “What Do We Plant”

 

The Adams’ plant Christmas trees, the source of future memories:  Photo by Tom Bradbury

KCT Thought of the Week, February 21, 2014

“The best thing for being sad," replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.” T.H. White, ‘The Once and Future King’

 A gray day in Maine:  Photo by Shannon Hartmann