I’ve just learned that Frankfort will once again have a Fourth of July parade, beginning at 9 a.m. Last year was the first for me and the size of the crowd impressed me greatly. People came out in droves and everyone had a good time. Also, this year, the Frankfort Congregational Church may offer hot dogs and hamburgers in the church/town hall parking lot. (More on this as the time draws near.)

Perchin’ prediction

Tony Wieman loaned me his electric smoker so that I could smoke some alewives. Unfortunately, new rules limit the days for recreational anglers to every other leap year when St. Swithan’s Day falls on a Tuesday, on weeks when the moon is holding water. Not really, but the restrictions do seem unrealistic and unnecessarily limiting. The ending to my story was by the time a legal fishing day arrived, the runs had ended.

Under the feeder

I was thrilled to see two male rose-breasted grosbeaks together at my seed feeder. The pair got along as if they were good friends. Also, two pairs of cardinals regularly visit, one pair of older birds and the other, a male and female born last year. It was particularly touching to watch the older male tenderly offering seeds to his mate. I get a great deal of pleasure from watching the birds as I sit in my office typing and occasionally glancing out the window.

History note

From The Republican Journal, June 6, 1901: “The base ball season opened here last Thursday with a very good game, Frankfort vs. East Maine Seminary nine, Bucksport.”

Weekly quote

“Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.” — William Blake