All meetings are at Lincolnville Central School unless otherwise noted.
Selectmen meet Monday, Sept. 9, at 6 p.m.; meeting televised on channel 22.
The Planning Board meets Wednesday the 11th at 7 p.m., meeting televised.
The Cemetery Trustees meet Thursday the 12th at 6:30 p.m.
Lincolnville Central School Parent-Teacher Organization (LCS PTO) will be helping with some student school supplies to help defray the cost to parents and teachers.
As children move into the middle school grades they have the opportunity to join a sports team. LCS participates in two fall sports: cross-country and soccer. LCS is a member of the Busline League, a consortium of elementary and middle schools from Woolwich to Searsport and including Islesboro and Vinalhaven.
Cross-country is open to students in grades 4 to 8; there is a boys and a girls team. Their first meet will be Thursday the 12th at Camden-Rockport Middle School (Knowlton Street, Camden); in addition to LCS and C-R, teams from Great Salt Bay, Medomak and Boothbay will compete. The boys run at 4 p.m. and the girls at 4:45.
Soccer is open to boys and girls in grades 6 to 8. LCS competes against 20 schools in the Busline League.
Once again Lincolnville’s “old-timers” are meeting for lunch and conversation at the Lobster Pound, Monday the 9th. Lunch is at noon, but folks start arriving at 11:30 to mingle and get seated. Who qualifies as an old-timer? Basically, if you live here and would like to get to know your neighbors better you’re welcome. If you didn’t receive an invitation, give Janet Plausse a call at 789-5811, so she can add you to the list.
Kites and Ice Cream
Coastal Mountains Land Trust and the Cascade Foundation invite the public to come to their first annual Kites and Ice Cream event, Saturday, Sept. 14, from 1 to 4 p.m. at Beech Hill Preserve in Rockport, rain date Sunday the 15th.
Kites will be provided at the bottom of the hill, and one free ice cream, provided by Stone Fox Farm Creamery, will be available for each child. The event is free but registration is mandatory and limited to 100 children. To register, call the Land Trust office at 236-7091. Participating children must be accompanied by an adult. Children who aren’t registered are welcome to join the kite flying with their own kite.
The kitchen is overflowing this time of year – counters, refrigerator, top of the cold wood stove, baskets under the table. Whenever I turn my back, Wally sneaks in with another zucchini or handful of cucumbers. Tomatoes come in dead ripe now, and unbelievably, the beans are still producing a basketful every few days; I must have frozen a bushel already. The big heads of broccoli are safely out of the way, frozen for next winter, but now the sprouts start, and need a daily picking. How many days in a row can you eat a whole head of cauliflower with cheese sauce? Answer: until they’re gone.
Basil’s been turned into pesto, garlic into neatly trimmed bulbs stored in net bags, onions twisted onto baling twine and hung to dry, peaches from a friend’s trees wait to be frozen and maybe made into just one more pie. Our own peach trees are just toddlers, but her 10-year old trees produce bushel after bushel; she’s trading those delicious peaches for turkey eggs. The black chanterelles that Wally was bringing home every day seem to have slowed down; we’ve dried a couple of big jars. The corn is the best we’ve ever had, long, full and sweet ears and so far, not a single worm.
The tomato hornworms make up for the absent corn ear worms. I’d only seen pictures of them until they started showing up on Lincolnville tomato plants a couple of years ago. Hard to spot with their perfectly tomato-foliage green color, I look for the poop. See a huge pile on a tomato leaf and look up about three inches and there it is, an enormous green caterpillar. They hold on tight with their strong feet – you have to pull to get them off. I’ve heard from gardeners who’ve had their whole tomato patch decimated in a few days by these voracious eaters.
The other “new” bug in these parts is the Japanese beetle. They eat anything. Wally has great faith in his favorite insecticide – his thumb and forefinger. He beat back the Colorado potato bugs many years ago with a twice-daily patrol along the rows, squishing every single one he found. Within a couple of years what had been a full-on invasion turned into an occasional sighting.
Even though the hens eat up the squashed Japanese beetles he tosses to them like they’re pistachios, I’m afraid he’s met his match. For one thing, they can fly, so you’ve got to be fast with the fingers. Knocking them into soapy water is effective at killing them, but that’s no way to get them all. Some people use special traps that attract them, but I’ve read that only brings more in to your garden.
Meanwhile, as solace, Wally’s begun his late summer ritual, shelling the dry beans by hand, pod by pod, sitting in the late afternoon sun in front of our barn door. I see him out there as I go about my own chores, picking stuff for dinner, and feel content.