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Go here. Go there. But wherever you go and whatever you do, go as fast as possible. If the speed limit is 70 mph, go 75 or 80. The need is always for speed. I don't know what 5G is, but I know it's fast.

It's July. It's summer in Maine and although the season (in my opinion) is not long enough, it is absolutely glorious. I don't know about you, but I want to enjoy every moment of it before those patio heaters have to be brought out.

If there is one point upon which we can all agree, it is this: Harpswell is endowed with great natural beauty. Drive around town and you will be rewarded with scenic views the equal of any along Maine's thousands of miles of coastline.

My gardening strategy used to be to plant a few things, throw fertilizer over my left shoulder, and hope for the right mix of sun and rain.

I was a skinny kid with a pitchfork filling bait barrels with fish and salt at the co-op when one February evening I received a telephone call from a high school friend who had recently moved to Connecticut.

For this edition of "Poems from Home," I spent some time reading and writing poems with fourth and fifth graders at Harpswell Community School.

One benefit or curse of living in "Vacationland" is having friends and family from away visit you and stay in your home for days and days at a time.

This season encourages walking in the early morning hours. The air is fresh and sweet, and often filled with a variety of birdsongs. This morning I heard one of the defining calls of the area, the high-pitched tones of an osprey overhead.

It was a fluke, really. My husband and I were taking a walk on Lookout Point Road. I saw a sign that said, "Seams by the Sea." I thought it a clever sign and made a mental note.

Finally, it's a sunny, spring-like day, bringing all the sweet promises of warm, gentle breezes, children laughing and playing, and, in due course, summer.