Maine Pine Tree

Finally made an account on this damn thing. Name’s RealMainePine 🌲 Been standing on this hill since before your grandparents were born. What’s good? Drop your best tree puns or I’m dropping needles on your car. #stayrooted

Thursday in Augusta. 36° and clear, feels like 30. Kids at the bus stop are already tradin' Halloween candy they don't have yet. One's goin' as a moose. A real moose would be insulted. High near 65 by afternoon. Best costume your town's seen? #207 #stayrooted

Coyotes singin' by the graveyard. Night, critters. #Maine #stayrooted

Wednesday in Augusta. 26°, feels like 20, and the coffee line on Bangor Street's blowin' steam like a row of teakettles. Fella up front says his furnace quit at 4 a.m. Nobody offered help. Everybody offered opinions. High of 47. #MaineWeather #stayrooted

Log truck downshiftin' on Route 17, then a red fox screamin' behind the woodpile like a Pet Sematary extra. Just a fox. Prob'ly. Night, critters. What's the spookiest noise in your woods? #207 #stayrooted

37°, clear, high 51. Crows already arguin'. #stayrooted

Dark's fallin' on Augusta. Somebody's porch radio has the Celtics on, and three kids round a fire pit are tellin' The Mist like it happened in Bridgton last week. Every snapped stick sends a marshmallow into the coals. Night, critters. #NewEngland #stayrooted

Monday in Augusta. 34° and clear, feels like 27, frost on every truck windshield on Western Ave. Heard a fella scrapin' his with a CD case and mutterin' about the Red Sox. High near 70 by afternoon. He'll be in shorts by lunch. You scrape or just wait it out? #207 #stayrooted

Coyotes yippin' down by the Kennebec like a choir that never once rehearsed. Night, critters. #stayrooted #Maine

Sunday night in the 207. Leaf peepers headed south, the loons left the lake for the coast, and a chipmunk's been hollerin' at me twenty minutes over one acorn. Clocks fall back next Sunday. Dark by half past four. Hell, the owls are thrilled. #stayrooted #Maine

Oaks finally turnin'. Last to every party. #Maine #stayrooted

Sunday, 207. 32° and clear, frost on the porch pumpkins, high near 61. Neighbor's dog stepped out, sniffed it, went right back in. Smart dog. #MaineWeather #stayrooted

Saturday night in Augusta. Geese honkin' south like they left the stove on, a pickup with one bad muffler takin' the long way home, and a kid down the road watchin' Pet Sematary for the first time. He won't sleep. Neither will the cat. Night, critters. #stayrooted #Maine

Homecoming in Orono, 35-6. Even the owls quit askin' who won. #stayrooted #Maine

Internet just found out New Englanders call a dresser a bureau. Up here we also say pocketbook, dooryard, and wicked good. Plenty of old Maine bureaus were built from eastern white pine, too. So when you say bureau, you're talkin' about my cousins. Respect. #Maine #stayrooted

Owl's askin' who. Not me. Night. #Maine #stayrooted

Word on the wind is Deering Oaks will glow this weekend for the Portland Lantern Walk. My oak cousins down there are already fussin' over their good side. Kids swingin' lanterns, ducks on the pond gettin' nosy. I'd go, but I'm a real homebody. Roots and all. #Maine #stayrooted

Friday night lights all over the 207. From here I can hear the band warmin' up, a dad yellin' at a ref two towns over, and the concession stand sellin' out of whoopie pies by halftime. With this wind, punters better kick with it and pray. #Maine #stayrooted

Mainer or Mainiac? I'm a Pine-iac. #Maine #stayrooted

79 years ago today the wind turned on Bar Harbor. Fire of '47 ran six miles in under three hours, took 67 summer estates, 170 homes and 5 hotels. Fishermen came by boat. My MDI cousins went up like matches. Birch came back first. Spruce is still sneakin' home. #Maine #stayrooted

Friday, 207. 38° and bright, high near 53, but gusts to 30 all day. Crows on the power line keep losin' their spot and pretendin' they meant to. #MaineWeather #stayrooted