We can't see the harbor
from our window seats.
Glass of dry red wine.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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September
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- September 30: Home again
- September 29: Rough seas
- September 28: Last night
- September 27: Siskins
- September 26: Porpoise
- September 25: And sunrise
- September 24: Sunset
- September 23: Butterflies everywhere
- September 22: Bluster
- September 21: In the fog
- September 20: Harbored
- September 18: Island night
- September 17: Apples
- September 16: Androscoggin River
- September 15: Constant chatter of crows
- September 14: Moosehead
- September 13: Aurora Borealis
- September 12: Morning loon
- September 11: Vultures
- September 10: Creature comfort
- September 9: Fall in the air
- September 8: Classic
- September 7: Before dawn
- September 6: The tyranny of lawn-mowing
- September 5: Doldrums
- September 4: Camden Harbor
- September 3: Steamy morning
- September 2: The Fog
- September 1: Beth's Farmstand
- August 31: Boot Head Preserve
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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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