Rob McCall

Rob McCall reflects upon summer fields and flowers, crickets, and the Dog Days of summer.

Rob McCall reflects on the early winter season, mosses, wreathes, weathervanes, and preparing for the time of snow.

Spring waters run, Mainers ride the rapids, and the birds return in this installment of Rob McCall’s Awanadjo Almanack.

Rob McCall, former pastor of the First Congregational Church of Blue Hill, ruminates on snow, the coming of spring, the games of love, and Valentine’s Day.

Rob McCall, former pastor of the First Congregational Church of Blue Hill ruminates on the seasons, wildlife, and the nature of being in this regular column. This issue he contemplates the holidays, gratitude, the winter season, and the perils of a flat roof.

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

Blue Hill: the Town, the Bay, the Mountain

One thing I love about winter is having time to think.

Last year’s seeds keep the flame alive.