In the Right Place: At the BBY, IX

Here’s a visual update of DYLAN being expertly crafted as of Wednesday. She’s still in the Brooklin Boat Yard paint shop, where work continues throughout her. As you may know from reading these or BBY’s posts, DYLAN is to be part of a matched pair of exquisite BBY-designed-and-built Eggemoggin 47+s (which have a 47’ 6” overall length). These are among the most stylish of high performance racing sailboats.

DYLAN’s sistership, HARPER, was launched by BBY in 2023 and was returned this year to get updates that would match the emerging DYLAN’s state-of-the-art equipment. That may have been accomplished already; HARPER was back in the water on Tuesday:

Both E-47+s are what have become known as “spirit-of-tradition” sailboats that maintain the classic grace of traditional sailboats while embodying the latest technology that takes sailing to new levels of speed, maneuverability and pleasure.

(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 20, 2026.)

In the Right Place: Pending Investigation

There are rumors that we’ve been visited by a huge, alien parasites that eat everything before them – from dandelions to propane tanks. When Washington was called, no one could agree on what these creatures might be or what to do about them. We were told that it might be Democratic fake news, Republican looters or the ever-vengeful Iranians.

On the other hand, based on what I’ve seen (shown here), perhaps the rumors are only about WoodenBoat School Alumni campers and their good equipment. The investigation still is pending. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 20, 2026.)

In the Right Place: She’s Back!

Here’s SUN’S UP brightening Conary Cove during yesterday’s cloudy afternoon – much to the relief of her many fans. There were rumors that this cheery little yellow lobster boat had been sold and shipped away or was going to be scrapped.

Well, whatever the story, the important thing is that she’s back as a seamark in the picturesque Cove that many of us scan as we pass by. Seeing her in the summer has become one of life’s small, reliable pleasures around here. (Image taken in Blue Hill, Maine, on May 19, 2026.) Click on the image to enlarge it.

In the Right Place: Slouching Toward Euphoria

Asiatic plum trees can be spiritual, especially when their exquisitely delicate flowers are blossoming. Which is now. Despite their English name, they’re apparently a special part of the apricot family. In Japan, they’re known as ume and public viewing of them there was popular long before viewing cherry blossoms, according to the literature.

To be sure, cherry blossoms are beautiful. But Asiatic plum blossoms are not only beautiful, they greet you eagerly with a mixed scent that can induce near-euphoria to people who have good-working noses connected to their minds. It’s a subtle and indescribable greeting, something like a mixture of undulating fragrances of peppered-sweetness, tangy-fruitiness and sexual scents.

Moreover, these trees are guardians, if you believe in feng shui. For centuries in China, Asiatic plum trees have been planted in the northeast corners of properties to defend against the misfortune and evil that tries to sneak in with the northeast winds.  That might be something to think about here on the Maine coast. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 17, 2026.)

In the Right Place: Another Rosie?

I almost didn’t see this little froglet, who appeared to be less than two inches long. Judging from the stocky shape, color and absence of back ridges (“dorsolateral folds”), my guess is that this is a baby American bullfrog, a little female. (The eardrums on female bull frogs are about the size of their eyes; on males, they’re much larger.)

She’s in a typical bullfrog ambush position, waiting to catch passing prey with her sticky tongue. Assuming that she’s a bullfrog, she’ll gobble up any passing creature that will fit in her very big mouth, even if the prey is bigger than her head, which is stretchable. She’ll soon become 6 to 8 inches long and be able to jump at least 6 or 7 feet in one amazing bound.

The jumping record at the annual Calaveras County Fair & Jumping Frog Jubilee (named after Mark Twain’s amusing jumping frog story) reportedly is held by “Rosie the Ribeter.” And it’s legendary. Rosie launched herself from a sitting position and landed an incredible 21 feet and 5.75 inches away in 1986. (Images taken in Blue Hill, Maine, on May 16, 2926.)

In the Right Place: The View, Without Politics

Here you see the view of the western mountains of Mount Desert Island, Maine’s largest island, as seen from the edge of a greening field on Amen Ridge in Brooklin. Daffodils are all the flowers that the field offers now, but it will be full of blooming lupines next month. Blue Hill and Jericho Bays appear gray because the day was “Mostly Cloudy,” according to the weather tellers.

I’ve always wondered whether such weather descriptions had some uniform science behind them. Well, it turns out that they do: accepted definitions for these terms have been  issued by the National Weather Service, which divides the sky in eighths (“oktas”) for world-wide standardization:

 “Overcast” or “Cloudy” means 7/8 to 8/8 cloud cover;

“Mostly Cloudy,” as you see here, is when there is 5/8 to 7/8 cloud cover;

“Partly Cloudy” or “Partly Sunny” means 3/8 to 5/8 cloud cover;

“Mostly Sunny” or “Mostly Clear” mean 1/8 to 3/8 cloud cover, and

“Sunny” or “Clear” mean 1/8 or less cloud cover.

(Image taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 12, 2026.) Click on the image to enlarge it.

In the Right Place: Seeing Stars

Star magnolia blossoms have been peaking here for about a week. One of the smallest of the magnolia trees and shrubs, the stars seem to like a wet, chilly (but not freezing) spring. Perhaps this is because they originated in the high areas of Japan’s Honshu Island.

When there’s a good breeze and the star magnolia branches are swaying, the blossoms’ many white tepals make the plant look like a swarm of ancient deep-sea life caught in a light. In fact, magnolias are very old plants. They’re so old, they originated before bees evolved, according to the literature. But, of course, there were plenty of early flies and beetles to do the magnolia  pollen-carrying in the Early Cretaceous period. And, flies and beetles pollinate the shrubs to this day.

(Image taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 9, 2026.)

In the Right Place: Canaries of the Clawed Kind

This image of a fledgling Osprey learning to fly appears with my monthly column in the current Ellsworth American. Click on the image to enlarge it. To read the column about the problems ospreys are facing along the east coast, use this link: https://www.5backroad.com/montly-column

In the Right Place: In the Shops, VIII

Here’s a quick update on two of the boats-in-progress that we’ve been monitoring at the renowned Brooklin Boat Yard. It’s a pleasure to see expert craftsmanship making something elegant and grand out of so many rough and functional parts.

DYLAN, shown above, has been moved from the main shop to the paint shop, where she can be sanded and have details worked on simultaneously. As you know, she’ll be an Eggemoggin  47+ (47’6” overall) type racing sailboat.

The powerful, unnamed 47’ (overall) Express Cruiser, shown below, remains in the main shop, where she’s looking more like her drawings every day. I bet there’ll be many a wonderful cruise in her.

(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 11, 2026.)

In the Right Plce: The Coverup

Here, you the viewer are on the campus of renowned Wooden Boat Publications and School. That’s Great Cove Drive coming down the hill right at you. It ends immediately behind you with a ramp into the waters of Great Cove.

The building in front of you probably is not the most beautiful you have seen; perhaps it’s even boring for you to look at, certainly (and thankfully) it’s not Trumpian. Yet, as they say in architecture school, form follows function. And, this building is beautifully functional.

In a way, this building is a jewel box in the late fall and winter and a place to feel good during the late spring through early fall. The jewels that it protects are finely-crafted WBS boats that sometimes even are gilded in gold by sunlight dollops dripping through the skylights:

It’s a post-and-panel structure and soon all of those green panels on this side and the opposite side of the building will be taken away. The boats will be led eagerly into Great Cove and the plain building will become a lovely pavilion between green woods and blue waters.

Sea airs will waft through the pavilion while classes are taught to students at tables there, or while food is being served there to visitors, or while theatrical performances are being given to local residents, or while people are hanging out, waiting for a spring shower to stop and hoping to see a rainbow over the Cove.

(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 11, 2026.)

In the Right Place: B&B, the Sequel

Many of you shared our ups and downs last year with Bernie and Bernice Beaver. They dammed our three ponds, took down at least 50 trees and large shrubs and generally were a pleasurable problem. Then they disappeared and peace returned.

Well, two beavers are now back in those ponds and, therefore, we’ll also be reporting on them as Bernie and Bernice – if they decide to stay and lay claim to our ponds. They seem to be mostly scouting out the area now::

However, being beavers, they can’t resist closing up the gurgling channels I dug to keep the pond waters from flooding due to the original B&B dams. And I, being human, can’t resist re-digging those channels almost daily. It’s like the war with Iran; neither side is winning; disparity in resources doesn’t matter, and we can’t figure out a suitable compromise. Here we go again; stay tuned.

(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 10, 2026.)

In the Right Place: Boggling

Most skunk cabbage plants in the bogs have shed their colorful, jester-hatted spathes and are sprouting what will become their glorious leaves. As you see here, some of these plants’ leaves are still twirled tightly like rockets on the launch pad:

Others are beginning to fling their leaves open, causing a series of green explosions in the wetlands:

Skunk Cabbage is  a paradoxical plant – gorgeously pleasing to the eye, not so much to the nose. (Imagine Grace Kelly or George Clooney with very bad breath.) Nonetheless, I’m a big fan of theirs. (Images taken May 9, 2026.)

In the Right Place: Here’s to All Moms!

My mother taught me to be curious, so I did a little research on her day. It turns out that about 50 countries celebrate some form of Mother’s Day and most of them designated the second Sunday in May as its date.

In the U.S., Anna Jarvis get’s most of the credit for convincing President Woodrow Wilson to sign a bill designating that Sunday as a national holiday for mothers in 1914. Anna wanted to honor her mother, Ann Jarvis Reeves, who created the concept of “Mother’s Day Work Clubs” for healthful activities and who also was a peace activist during those war times.   Anna later came to criticize Mother’s Day as being too commercialized. Click on the Leighton Archive image to enlarge it.

In the Right Place: It’s a Small World

Here, I think, are some volunteer hookedspur (aka “dog”) violets that are so small they would be easy to overlook -- except for their bright purple glow among the riff-raff they like to hang out with. If they are hookedspurs, they’ll host the caterpillars of the many fritillary butterflies that we hope soon will be fluttering in Barbara’s garden. (Image taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 8, 2026.)

In the Right Place: A Road for All Seasons

The scenic route to and from Blue Hill, Maine, is on a winding road that has been given an uninteresting name that’s mostly the number 175; Route 175, that is. But don’t let that fool you.

The road bridges over a reversing falls where tidal white water rushes in and out of Salt Pond. It traverses a causeway that sometimes is about a foot above that Pond. And, it twists and turns around the rockbound shores of Conary Cove, which hosts the old red boat house that you see here.

It’s a road for all seasons with ever-changing performances of spring, summer, fall and winter; in sun, overcast, rain, snow and fog; at high, low, ebb and other attitudes of the waters of Blue Hill Bay, where there often are interesting boats and birds (and, rarely, a lost seal or two). At one time, the owner of the boat house even took off and landed in Conary Cove as travelers on the road watched.

It’s a good place for motorists to forget the costs of the gas they’re using and their other passing problems. (Images taken in Blue Hill, Maine, on May 7, 2026.)

In the Right Place: Shhh!

The traditional warnings about keeping quiet around libraries don’t apply these days to Brooklin’s Friend Memorial Public Library. As you see, heavy machinery is busy excavating a foundation for another expansion and revitalization of our Library.

Libraries have been important community centers in New England for centuries and the FMPL is no exception. A small library was located in Brooklin during the 19th century. It was enlarged primarily through efforts of summer residents in the 1890s. The current building was constructed in 1912 and funded primarily by Leslie, Robert and Victor Friend, who ran a successful baked bean business.

New Yorker editor Katherin Sargent White and her author husband, E.B. White, were among Brooklin residents who were instrumental in significantly improving the FMPL in 1940. The building was again expanded and renovated in 1998 and reportedly had some architectural work done in 2000.

It’s hoped that the current expansion will be completed by early 2027, when there again will be all quiet on the library front.  (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 4, 2026.)

In the Right Place: Catch-as-Catch-Can

Our red maple trees are blooming before their own leaves appear, as usual. Here you see two images of the male red maple flowers:

Below, you’ll see two images of the tree’s female flowers:

Red maples are -- don’t try to pronounce it -- "polygamo-dioecious." That merely means that some red maple trees have only male flowers, some only female flowers, and some both male and female flowers.

The male flowers have long anthers with beads of pollen at their ends; they look a bit like small pin cushions. The females have clusters of flowers with "Y-shaped" stigmas sticking out of them, a bit like a snake’s tongue. The females try to catch the pollen that is cast into the wind by the males.

(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 5, 2026.)

In the Right Place: In the Shop, VII

The power boat being constructed in Brooklin Boat Yard’s main shop is progressing nicely, as you see. She’s a BBY 47’ Express Cruiser designed by Will Sturdy that apparently is unnamed as of now. It looks like she’ll be finished this spring or early summer at the latest. Here’s BBY’s illustration of the expected finished vessel:

Some of her details found on the BBY website: “[W]e decided on a hull with a length of 47’ and beam of 14’ at the sheer. Generous hull flare and moderate overhang forward yields a bottom with a waterline aspect ratio of 3.7. Highly engineered wood-composite construction keeps weight low despite high safety factors on all scantlings and a full cruising outfit. “

“A single 850hp MAN i6 will give her a top speed in the low 30s and an efficient cruise in the mid to upper 20s. The propeller is tucked up into a carefully sculpted tunnel that reduces draft and maximizes propulsive efficiency. *** Typically, the owners will cruise just the two of them, but do like to entertain larger groups for day trips. We decided … that a second cabin would be a poor use of space. The result is a spacious arrangement that will be as comfortable for the two of them as for a dinner party of six. “

DYLAN, the 47+ Eggemogin racing sailboat that we’ve been following, has progressed to the BBY paint shop as of yesterday, whe she was being sanded:

(Photograph taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 4, 2026.)

In the Right Place: Ozzie & Harriet, II

There was literally high drama at the osprey nest last week. Harriet was waiting calmly for Ozzie to return with lunch and I thought I saw him appear high on the horizon. But, Harriet didn’t utter her usual welcoming chirps as that osprey approached, She became agitated.

The incoming osprey apparently was one of our rogue bachelor males looking to take over prime coastal real estate by home invasion. Let’s call him Putin. (See the images here and in the Comment space.) Soon, Putin started a long, increasingly fast dive at the nest, while Harriet screamed bloody murder.

He strafed, Harriet ducked, and his talons missed her by about six inches as she screamed and snapped viciously at him. He didn’t try a second swoop and was gone by the time that Ozzie arrived a minute or so later.

This is serious. Last year, Ozzie and another Putin had several fights over the nest that resulted in Ozzie being wounded, Putin losing at least his tail and maybe his life, and Harriet leaving the nest for parts unknown before laying any eggs.

There always has been osprey fratricide by rogue males. But recently, there also has been a reported increase in bald eagles invading and taking over osprey nests along the Maine coast.  This is becoming concerning. Among raptors, there is no golden rule and they can be almost as stupid as humans when it comes to attacking their fellow-species.  (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 1, 2026.)

In the Right Place: Fear and Loathing

It occurs to me that getting to know more about common garter snakes might be a good way to treat snake phobias. This fellow shown here is the Eastern subspecies; there also is a Maritime subspecies in Maine, which is darker and often lacks that yellow stripe.

Garter snakes are bright-eyed; seem to have a slight smile on their faces; aren’t harmful to humans and can help get rid of nasty things in the garden. They’re also fun to watch when they disappear amazingly fast by repeatedly coiling into an S and uncoiling. (One report says garter snakes have been clocked at 4 miles-per-hour.) But, of course, just that slithering can give some people the creeps.

Reportedly, at its most extreme, snake fear develops into ophidiophobia, an irrational and harmful condition that can cause panic attacks at the mere thought of a snake.  Others, perhaps a majority of western hemisphere people, just have an inexplicable aversion to snakes. (And maybe to spiders, but that’s a slightly different story.)

The research suggests that many humans fear snakes due to a combination of evolved survival instincts, cultural conditioning and the snakes’ non-mammalian habits, including slithering and rearing up and striking at those the snake, itself, fears.

Our earliest ancestors apparently learned the hard way that some snakes could be deadly and that it often was difficult to distinguish between the killing kind and the kindly ones. Practicality dictated that it was safest to avoid all of them in those days (unless you were starving).

This avoidance response allegedly created a fear instinct that may have become virtually “hard-wired” in many primate descendants. As societies developed, religious and cultural portrayals of snakes as embodiments of evil, danger and damnation reinforced the aversion.

But, take another look at this amazing fellow who was slithering out of fear as fast as he could to get away from me. Do you really think he’s destined to harm us or be the devil’s messenger?

I don’t suggest that you try to pick up the next garter snake you stumble over. (If you did, you’d likely get harmlessly bitten and smeared with an awful-smelling musk discharge.) My thought is maybe you could try not to worry about yourself when you see one. You and that snake have far more important things to worry about.

(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 1, 2026; sex assumed.)