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By Tom Seymour | Apr 24, 2021

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Last Thursday’s snow seemed terribly out of place, given the warm temperatures that preceded it. Certainly, though, that was winter’s last hurrah. Now it’s springtime going forward from here.

And with spring, we will soon see plant sales, yard sales and also the Frankfort Congregational Church’s monthly takeout turkey suppers. These will all begin next month.

Next, I mentioned having a problem with allergies attacking my eyes. Since then, the symptoms worsened and my eye doctor finally prescribed steroids as a cure. That had a pronounced effect and while the symptoms are still present, they have abated in intensity.

Allergies are odd things, in that we can go for years with no sign of them and then, as in my case, they pop up seemingly out of nowhere.

History note

This next item, from The Republican Journal, May 31, 1894, is typical of town columns of the era, with brief notes about various individuals whom the reader is supposed to have knowledge of. This particular segment makes frequent use of ellipses (…), while disposing of needed commas:

“One of the drums on the hoisting engine at Mt. Waldo Granite Works broke recently rendering the cable useless…Paul Kasper, a Russian, while at work on Mosquito Mountain May 15th had his leg badly broken by a blast. He is doing nicely under the care of Dr. Erskine…Ralph Yurgale is slowly recovering…Mrs. E. E. Beal is very sick…The small pox scare was without foundation…Miss Geneva Grant has gone to Monroe to attend her grandmother, who is very ill…Mrs. James Moore of Winterport is visiting her son.”

Perchin’ prediction

The quality of trout fishing in local brooks largely depends upon water levels. Fishing seems best a day or two after a rain, after which action slows.

I was able to catch a trout from the little brook that flows behind my house. This represents only a limited fishery, but the idea of stepping outside and fishing makes me happy, and that’s what counts.

Trolling for salmon and trout should begin in earnest by next week. Water temperatures should warm to a level that raises fish metabolism and makes them more aggressive. Also, while the old-time advice of fishing getting good when leaves on the alders become as big as mouse ears has some merit, I find that trout and salmon begin biting in lakes and ponds when the red, maple flowers, which some mistakenly refer to as buds, swell and begin dropping on the water.

Under the feeder

It’s happened. Male goldfinches have, as if overnight, acquired their trademark bright-yellow plumage. The contrast between the brilliant yellow body, jet-black forehead and black-and-white wings and tail make these charming little seed-eaters stand out from a great distance.

Also, a phoebe has returned. My Waldo home had its resident phoebes and I wondered if the new place in Frankfort also had these flying-insect hunters. Well, it does.

And now I await whatever other new arrivals are scheduled to grace my place.

Weekly quote

“That man is richest whose pleasures are the cheapest.” — H. D. Thoreau

 

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