Power’s been out since Saturday evening, and we’re one of three houses on our street that don’t have a whole-house hookup for our generator (my whole life is currently genny whine). Spent the last few days admiring and appreciating how our little neighborhood (19 houses) in the woods comes together for mutual aid so seamlessly. Our next door neighbor and I went out the night of the storm to clear debris from the road so folks could get out for any emergency supplies and so the crews could get in quicker, as well as to report any hazards on the lines. Everybody’s been checking on everybody to make sure needs are met.
I had reached out to some friends last week, looking for some pretty specific plants and offering some of our plants in trade, and were able to find a few of what we were looking for. One source surprised us, and hit me right in the feels. Apparently a friend of a friend does maintenance in Ganny’s Garden, part of the Kennebunkport conservation trust and Barbara Bush’s memorial garden, and she’s offered us plants from when they do their early season thinnings. The punk in me is excited to knick some plants from the Bush’s, but the quiet bookworm in me remembers a childhood trip to the Wells library with my grandmother where Barbara showed up unexpectedly, read to us, and handed out books left and right. It feels incredible to have the opportunity to literally plant that memory with my grandmother in the garden this year.
Power’s been out since Saturday evening, and we’re one of three houses on our street that don’t have a whole-house hookup for our generator (my whole life is currently genny whine). Spent the last few days admiring and appreciating how our little neighborhood (19 houses) in the woods comes together for mutual aid so seamlessly. Our next door neighbor and I went out the night of the storm to clear debris from the road so folks could get out for any emergency supplies and so the crews could get in quicker, as well as to report any hazards on the lines. Everybody’s been checking on everybody to make sure needs are met.
I had reached out to some friends last week, looking for some pretty specific plants and offering some of our plants in trade, and were able to find a few of what we were looking for. One source surprised us, and hit me right in the feels. Apparently a friend of a friend does maintenance in Ganny’s Garden, part of the Kennebunkport conservation trust and Barbara Bush’s memorial garden, and she’s offered us plants from when they do their early season thinnings. The punk in me is excited to knick some plants from the Bush’s, but the quiet bookworm in me remembers a childhood trip to the Wells library with my grandmother where Barbara showed up unexpectedly, read to us, and handed out books left and right. It feels incredible to have the opportunity to literally plant that memory with my grandmother in the garden this year.