Someone wasn’t happy, but we did it anyway.

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His Lordship was not on board with us taking another week long trip to Newport, Rhode Island.

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And packing took a bit longer than anticipated….

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But four hours later we checked into a nice resort on the harbor in downtown Newport.

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We really enjoyed our first trip in March and since we didn’t have nearly enough time to see everything I wanted, trip number two happened the week before Memorial Day…. pre heavy tourist infestation.

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We lucked out and got their best condo building. Top floor with balconies on each end, both with water views.

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The drawback of that was a long narrow unit…

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But it was comfortable…

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And we didn’t spend much time there anyway.

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The bathrooms were ample size.

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The kitchen was not.

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But we don’t cook on vacation, so who cares?

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Morning coffee and tea on the balconies with these views wasn’t hard to take.

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Sunsets at the cocktail hour were pretty sweet as well.

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Stay tuned…

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Raccoons, fungus and hoppity hops.

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Does anyone else remember these?

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We had a slight hill in our backyard when I was growing up and bouncing up and down it on these bad bears was one of my favorite things in the world.

Simple pleasure, simple toy … no computer, keyboard or screen needed.

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I watch The Last of Us.

Sorry Oregon. You had a good run.

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A few raccoon photos.

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Just because they’re cute.

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And abundant lately.

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😊

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At this point I think Keith could survive a nuclear blast and the radiated winter that follows.

Like cockroaches, but more fun.

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Finally, some blooms.

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It’s been a long cold wet spring and I was beginning to wonder if anything would ever bloom again.

Then…

Bam!

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After a few days of warm sun…

Our apple-less apple tree by the road burst forth with gorgeous white blossoms.

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I wish I could send scent through my blog because it is unbelievably fragrant.

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The birds love it.

The bees love it.

I love it.

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Life is good.

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Maps, maps and more maps.

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Because you seem to enjoy them as well.

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Maine is seriously bereft of alpacas.

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Guess we know where the maple trees live.

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I don’t think Maine is quite as coffee crazy as the rest of the country. Dunkin still rules up here.

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What up Wyoming?

Apparently, nothing.

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I’ll wear that proudly.

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Most of our moose are up north, but I’ve seen a few. Sadly, two of them had been hit by cars.

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Maine is so white bread, we don’t even have a weird name.

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Maine seems to be half dog, half cat.

You know which half we are.

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Bird nerd, robotic doctors and things that make me glad I’m old.

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This first story is my worst nightmare come to life.

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No.

Thank.

You!

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Nope.

Not this chick.

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We’ve had a banner batch of Baltimore Orioles this year.

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They disappear when the temperatures rise but a cool spring has made for beautiful bursts of backyard color.

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Ordering a drink with that name is not my idea of spreading love.

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A rare bird sighting at Casa River.

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A gorgeous Scarlet Bunting.

❤️

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I don’t need to know anything, and certainly not five things.

This makes me very glad I’m old (er) and not actively dating.

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The day after.

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When the rain ended, I went outside to remove the jerry rigged umbrella shelter my husband had erected for the hummingbirds the day before.

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With a few hungry natives buzzing nearby and telling me to hurry up.

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On closer inspection of the installation?

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I decided to let the husband remove his handiwork later on.

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In the meantime… a gentle breeze was blowing the umbrella and His Lordship was perturbed.

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Seeing the shadow through the blinds he believed we were under attack….

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And was not happy to be excluded.

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Fearing my blinds would be ripped to shreds, I opened one for his viewing pleasure.

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And after seeing his kingdom was safe?

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A nap, in the shade.

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News you can’t use.

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Bringing you useless news every Monday to start your week off right. Or wrong as the case may be.

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Great… because I really need something else to worry about.

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Sound like nasty little bastards.

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I knew it!

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Where’s Pedro Pascale when you need him…

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*Note to self – research homes for sale in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.*

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Who in their right mind loves sinkholes?

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When one swallows her house, Lauren may change her mind.

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Yikes.

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I don’t know about any others, but that cat definitely hates someone.

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The only way I could stop mine is to divorce my husband.

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The clutter around here does not go unnoticed, but I love my guy too much to take those necessary steps.

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Is it any wonder I love this man?

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It was pouring rain recently and my big tough Marine husband was watching a hummingbird struggle to feed in the downpour.

Though I tried to explain hummingbirds live in tropical rain forests where deluges are common, he said, “These hummers are in Maine. They need help.”

So what did he do?

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He went outside and got drenched…

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In order to rig an umbrella over the feeder.

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As soon as it was installed?

Grateful hummingbirds.

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Of course the wind was blowing and securing it took repeated trips.

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But the little guys loved it.

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With one fellow happily perching there for an hour.

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❤️

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