Meanwhile, in Portland:
Trying to take time enjoy the intermittent sun rays before this week descends into rain, rain and more rain. No complaints here though, we want our freshly planted seeds to sprout!
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Meanwhile, in Portland:
And at long last, some real-life pink blossoms!
Lilleputt Studio at Simply Scandinavian, Portland Maine
Head over to Temple Street for some of our goods at Simply Scandinavian! And don’t forget to stock up on knäckebröd, godis and kakor while you are there!
All of a sudden it’s feeling like brisk fall weather, and getting out as early as we do with Radio, we’re much more aware of how much later the sun is rising. I’ve started pulling out wools, and realize the time is nigh to look into getting our heater fixed! Though last year I think we had the windows open well into October. Wearing four layers this morning, and a thin scarf… I found myself thinking about gloves. Luckily we had a cup of coffee kept my fingers warm.
Looking across to South Portland: We’re in peak cruise ship season now, so we were surprised not to find a ship making its way to the Old Port this morning.
And of course, our boy Radio! (Intent on a tennis ball about to take flight).
And, after a stop at the beach, it was straight from the Strawberry Festival to the Greek Festival for delicious gyros, and probably the second best baklava I’ve ever had. Now, how come no one told us about the Lobster Festival this weekend??
It’s no wonder the fog horn has been going off every 30 seconds for the last 48 hours, we can barely see out the windows! The noise annoyed me when we first moved up, before I realized what it was. I could hear it going off through the night like a muted and occasional dying car alarm. Once I figured out what it was, it no longer bothered me… and I find it quite cozy. Also limiting our visibility is the lush green that is filling out every where from all the moisture. Not that I mind. It’s quite cozy in the studio. (And I’ll need to spend as much time as I can in there today to clean up the mess I made yesterday, trying to clear out old fabrics and materials I doubt if I will ever use).
And with my new rain boats, I’m all set for a misty walk down to the fish market today.
I talk a lot about my Swedish background, and its influences on my work, as it is something I have had first hand experience with. I’ve traveled there, I know my family there, and I speak the language. I feel less connected to my German heritage simply because it feels more removed. Today though, I feel connected. Both to my German background, and my new home of Maine. I knew that my father was born in Maine while my Opa was stationed at a Navy base in Kittery, Maine. What I did not know, until a recent letter from my Opa, now 96, was that when he came over from Germany with his parents and younger brother at the age of 7, their ship pulled in to none other, than the Portland harbor. A few minutes walk from where I live. And while they then borded a train to their future home in Wisconsin, it feels fitting being back here where my family first set foot on US soil. Pretty neat.
(Unfortunately I cannot locate the actual photos pictured above, but I do have this jpg image that I played with for a silkscreen project several years back, picturing my Grandparents with my young father on a hillside in Maine).