in maine 🦞
We are here. Golfed three holes — the kids with us — on Wednesday; it was their first time on a course and quite fun. They got to tee off twice and putt. Golfed eighteen holes at a beautiful golf course in a mountainous lake region yesterday,
then went to a nursery where I surprisingly found (and not surprisingly bought) a plant that I had only seen in Puerto Rico. Its name is moriviví, that’s how I know it, but the label says Sensitive Plant. A tad boring compared to diedlived, which is the literal translation of moriviví.
“I went to the old city almost every day. Just love it there. The fort is at a point that protrudes from the island, and the expanse of sea and sky around it is incredible. I buy passion fruit juice and sit to watch the moriviví and feel like I’m in a hammock.”
“What’s moriviví?”
“It’s a ground plant that looks like tiny fern. It’s no more than a few inches tall. When you pass your hand over it or touch it with the tip of your finger, the two sides of leaves come together, like hands praying. You stoop and go around closing them with the palms of your hands. Children all over the hill do that, like chicken pecking at corn. Once someone discovers moriviví, everyone knows it. I wonder how soon the leaves open up again, or if it hurts.”
“Plants don’t hurt.”
“How do you know?”
He bites his tongue. They both hurt.
Mine to Give
In Shambles
Me
Plan to go to one of our favorite haunts (Barn Boards and More, where we buy reclaimed wood for projects — mainly shelves and the occasional picture frame) and to a triple-A baseball game in Portland tonight. It’s soggy and wet out there, don’t have to be out of bed to know it, can see and feel it, but it will be sunny + warm later.
