Chipmunk storing seeds
in the empty birdhouse.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- September 30: Leaving
- September 29: Bluster
- September 28: NE winds up to 25 MPH
- September 27: Disturbed soil
- September 26: Harvest of memories
- September 25: Sleeping on an island
- September 24: Island sunrise
- September 23: Monhegan ferry
- September 22: Burnt Head
- September 21: Blue
- September 20: Bouquet
- September 19: After rain, fog. As if an island wer...
- September 18: Cathedral Woods
- September 17: Moonlight
- September 16: Full
- September 15: Feels like fall
- September 14: New Orleans
- September 13: Home alone
- September 12: All life's a stage
- September 11: Kids these days
- September 10: Sudden harvest
- September 9: Tomatoes
- September 8: Plums
- September 7: Mount Battie
- September 6: Megunticook River
- September 5: Raccoon Beach
- September 4: In the channel
- September 3: Beach stones
- September 2: Pesto
- September 1: Route One
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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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