Jessica B.

“June is the mother of potentials, ducklings swim bravely perhaps to the submarine jaws of snapping turtles, lettuces lunge toward drought, tomatoes rear defiant stems toward cutworms, and families match the merits of sand and sunburn over fretful mountain nights loud with mosquito symphonies.”
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

“I sharpen my own senses and enhance my feeling of well-being by imbibing a brown brew that is liberally served at the Farmington Diner, made from pouring hot water through the ground-up seeds of a tropical shrub. I enhance the flavor by adding a dollop of the udder secretions of a cow, plus the crystallate of the juices of the cane plant.”
― Bernd Heinrich, A Year in the Maine Woods

“Life here in this part of Maine is almost inconceivable without wood, and woods. We burn it for heat. Some cut it for a living. Many earn their livelihood from it by making paper, if not toboggans, snowshoes, apple boxes, or canoes. But it all comes from trees. Trees are our lifeblood, in more ways that one. And that is the problem. There are woods, and there is wood, and the two have different uses.”
― Bernd Heinrich, A Year in the Maine Woods