Keeping a (blue) eye on Bambi.

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It’s been fun watching this little fawn grow up.

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Although sadly we’re watching his mother decline at the same time.

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Those blue eyes just slay me.

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Of all the deer we’ve had over the years, this is our first blue eyed visitor.

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Little one stays close to mom.

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Hope she’s around long enough to teach him what he needs to know…

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End of the (veggie) line.

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Our final CSA harvest from the farm across the street was picked up yesterday.

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Peppers, turnip, tomatillos, parsley, basil, leeks, fennel, radishes, carrots…

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A fabulous watermelon I wish we’d seen more of this past summer…

And this:

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A beautiful thing I had to look up.

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I’d never heard of it. And after sampling a little? I was glad. Mountain meadow my *ss.

Blech! Shiso was a great big no no.

But apparently it’s very popular in Japan where they use it in sushi and drink it as tea.

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Can’t say the pesto looks very appetizing.

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Or whatever the heck that is. If I didn’t know better I’d say marinated dog poo on rice.

Well, to each their own. But take my word for it, it is popular.

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I have no idea what that says, but yeah. I’m still going to pass.

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Are you one of those people?

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You know the ones, they pick up every free paper or publication they see no matter the subject?

Proctologist Monthly?

Yes.

Belt Sander Enthusiast?

Sure.

The Do It Yourself Lobotomy Newsletter?

Why not.

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It probably won’t surprise my regular readers to learn my husband is one of those people.

Free is his favorite word.. which is why he came home with one called the Maine Agricultural News the other day.

My husband, the man who’s never planted anything (other than free trees he lets die) in his life.

Here are a few fascinating highlights:

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Color me proud. My state is one of the top 5 potato chip potato producers.

And lord knows I do my part to keep the Lays company in business.

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The Pomological Society? There’s a sought after membership if ever I saw one.

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For those who don’t know, Maine blueberries are highly prized and big business up this way.

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But thanks to President Trump’s Chinese trade war, among other things… the berry news is decidedly blue.

And finally, disaster.

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Say it isn’t so!

Maine craft brewers have cut back on the production of beer to make hand sanitizer?

Oh, the horror.

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Why does he make everything twice as difficult as it has to be?

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We have a barn that really isn’t a barn. What started out as storage space for motorcycles and lawn mowers has morphed into a custom built man cave… and now that the man cave has a heat pump? The upstairs has to be temporarily blocked off for winter before the staircase turns into a chimney.

This should have been a simple project.

I told the husband – cut a piece of insulation foam. The heat pump installer told the husband – cut a piece of insulation foam. The friend that helps him now and then told the husband – cut a piece of insulation foam.

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Which is why the husband made a hinged door out of zip siding.

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Did I mention the husband doesn’t like to be told what to do?

After a laborious day of cursing and figuring and adjusting and fitting and more cursing….

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The husband came home to cut a piece of insulation foam.

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Which he wanted to attach to that hinged door of zip siding.

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This involved more measuring and cutting ..

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And fitting and pushing and removing and more measuring and cutting.

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Please note the non OSHA approved chunk of wood dismantling the saw’s safety feature.

More fitting.

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More measuring and cutting.

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More fitting.

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Halfway through the process, Mike Pence stopped by to say hello.

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And finally after I helped him measure, cut and fit for 3 hours to no avail… I snuck out.

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For the sake of my sanity…. as well as our marriage.

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All present and accounted for.

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It’s turkey season.

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And that doesn’t bode well for our fine feathered visitors.

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Momma brought her seven babies for their first nosh under the bird feeders a few months ago…

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And they’re all still with her.

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You go momma.

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They’re comical birds to watch.

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Like big brown chickens who gobble instead of cluck.

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Though her babies are almost full grown, momma is still vigilant…

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And takes off at the slightest perceived threat.

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Picture of pretty backyard trees included… just because I can.

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Random drivel.

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Before walking to the mailbox yesterday, I was unaware a voting report card even existed.

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But huzzah!

I think I got an A.

And if there’s anything better than walking into your local grocery store and finding the Kool Aid man wearing a hat full of handmade hedgehogs?

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I’m sure I don’t know what it is.

Now, I don’t claim to be the brightest bulb in the pack…

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But I’m not so dim that I get easily confused by plaid. (Unless I’m throwing back shots. When that happens, I can barely figure out how to open my purse.)

And finally, Maine.

We rarely make the top of any list unless it’s moose or lobster centric so I was quite pleased to see we were number 2 in the fewest amount of Covid cases from June to mid October.

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In case you don’t see your state, here’s the other half of the list.

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North Dakota is the worst in the nation?

I admit that surprised me.

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Another classic!

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You’ll be sorry you missed this one.

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So bad it was good.

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Mad scientists at work.

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They were attempting to shrink some shrews, but something went wrong.

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Terribly wrong.

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Which is why this fellow bellied up to the bar.

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The shrew’s poisonous saliva killed this guy.

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So our hero shot it.

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But look!

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Another one is chewing through the wall.

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Yeah, sure. The couch will stop it.

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That fellow is now behind the bar and I don’t blame him. Drink up boyo, they’re coming.

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An escape plan is hatched with welded together oil drums.

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Our heroine looks out but doesn’t like what she sees.

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( The giant shrews? Skinny dogs with glued on tails and bizarre fur.)

Low budget cinema at it’s best.

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Only the hero, heroine and mad doctor manage to duck walk the drums to the water’s edge.

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Where they swim for the boat…

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And prattle on about over population of a species that had absolutely nothing to do with the plot.

The shrews?

They’re left behind on the island to eat each other until none are left.

There’s a moral there somewhere….

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When in doubt, wear red.

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I just realized I haven’t posted a photo of the big barn since the staining and painting were completed.

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Needless to say I’m very pleased.

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The nice thing is, the husband was pleased as well.

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I know this because I overheard him talking to the painter saying he wasn’t sure he would like a red barn and that he’d fought his wife over it… boy did he!… but in the end, even he had to admit it looked great.

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Technically it’s not totally done, as the crew is going to box in the eaves on the overhang. But in Maine, you have to paint until the weather turns, so they’ll be back another day to finish that.

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My porch furniture cushions also need to be recovered in a fabric that doesn’t clash.

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But baby barn approves.

And we have a red and white barn!

Yay.

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I love my town.

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And I love their Facebook group page.

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A moo disorder?

More likely the poster has a Budweiser disorder.

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Okaaaay.

I’m not sure what Doug did to rate a shout out, but I’ll go with it.

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Damn. All I have under my bed is dust bunnies… where’s the fun in that?

Here’s a random photo of ducks that were for sale at our local hardware store. I’m always tempted to bring home a few when the husband sends me up there for screws.

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Now there’s a platform no one can argue with.

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You do, you really do.

Does anyone know where I can score one of those beauties?

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