The Unsung Maine: Fiddle-Playing Gypsy

Fiddle-playing gypsy

She tells me she would have worn her gypsy outfit if she didn’t think I might think she was crazy. Are you kidding me? She had me at gypsy! In a tiny Northern Maine town, with her yard overlooking Mount Katahdin, this gypsy-spirited woman makes her life exactly as she chooses. She has lived on this sublet for many years, first in a tent, then a stock trailer, and now in a tiny house which once was only a basement. She fills it with her art, and her animals that are not yet old unbearable to live outdoors. Everything is as neat as a pin and has its own place, an worthiness I green-eyed as I’d love to live in a tiny house but I am not organized or a neat knick. I am invited into her home through a worldwide friend, flipside horse lover, as she is…