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It's March. Daylight saving time returns and the first day of spring is coming. The return of longer days and warmer weather is always welcome in Maine. One date I noticed on my calendar is March 9. It is National Crabmeat Day!

We have had another up-and-down winter, with plenty of wind and record tides bedeviling coastal landowners. Temperatures have bounced around and we have experienced heavy rains. Snow has been limited, with a dusting in early December and just a few inches in January and February.

The sign says, "Eat here or we'll both starve." It's been there as long as I can remember, a beacon to pin my location on the map and tell me if I'm coming from or going to my childhood home.

Though his trial has not started yet, I am looking forward to learning why he thought he could get away with it. Did he think he was untouchable because he is rich and famous? Because he once carried a "license to kill"?

The roads are wonderfully quiet with winter traffic now. Some days I can walk to the post office and back, at noon, without having a single vehicle drive by.

A few years ago, a relative from out of state visited me. While driving down Cundy's Harbor Road, he came upon a line of cars that had stopped because a tree had fallen.

From a kitchen tucked away in the heart of Harpswell, I'm excited to share my recipes with you! I recently changed my major from civil engineering to culinary arts in pursuit of my dream to work in the culinary industry, and possibly open my own bakery someday.

It's February and that means Valentine's Day, the original share-the-love event. One immediately thinks of someone in their life that they love. When I was a child in elementary school, my mother would buy a box of inexpensive valentine cards to "send" to classmates.

Anyone who's dating, or has ever dated, has attended an early February strategy session. Important questions must be answered. Contingencies and tactics developed. What does it mean if you're invited to Valentine's Day dinner?

We get calls all the time from low-life scammers who have just enough of our information to start a conversation, but not enough to separate us from our common sense.