many hands glean the berries--
there's a metaphor here.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- July 31: Blueberry harvest
- July 30: Wildlife cam
- July 29: After dark
- July 28: Insomnia
- July 27: Backroads
- July 26: Body art
- July 25: Meditation
- July 24: Wealth of orange
- July 23: In the green temple of our backyard
- July 22: Day lilies
- July 21: Cat nap
- July 20: The Darkling Thrush
- July 19: Osprey nest
- July 18: Squid fishing
- July 17: Eastern Egg Rock
- July 16: While driving
- July 15: Hot
- July 14: Rockport Harbor after dark
- July 13: After dark
- July 12: Sparrow
- July 11: Morning walk up the mountain
- July 10: Tidewater Farm
- July 9: Rainy garden series
- July 8: Newburyport
- July 7: Distracted
- July 6: Tiger lilies
- July 5: End of travel
- July 4: Red, white, and blue(bird)
- July 3: Long Falls Dam Road
- July 2: Dusk
- July 1: Covert operations
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About Me
- Kristen Lindquist
- Camden, Maine
- I am a birder, poet, and writer most interested in animals, vegetables, and minerals, living in my hometown in Midcoast Maine.
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