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My husband has a bad habit of leaving the little barn/shed doors open in the summer. He thinks he’s airing it out and cooling it off but in actuality all he’s doing is this:
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Giving momma and baby chucks another area to explore.
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And chew.
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They seem to enjoy it.
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Though if they start chewing tractor wires my husband may have to rethink this habit.
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This isn’t a large historic site by any means.
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But here’s a peak at the inside of the building.
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The store.
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Our guide, in the kitchen.
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And no, that isn’t poop. It’s rolled tobacco.
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Since our guide was rather long winded we ran out of time before we were able to explore upstairs …
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And they were literally locking the gates while we were still roaming around.
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Stockades.
I’m thinking of installing a set in our backyard… to be employed when the husband gets the urge to attend a rummage sale.
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The fort.
The end.
Anticlimactic, I know. But I didn’t want to spend the night there so we had to beat feet and leave.
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I live in Maine.
Our governor is a Democrat named Janet Mills.
And this is what I saw in a restaurant parking lot the other day.
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How nice.
Without getting political, let me just say two things. I dislike Donald Trump. Vehemently and absolutely, but you will never see a F*ck Trump sticker on my car or a F*ck Trump sign in my yard.
I believe in a two party system and am mature enough to embrace free spirited debate and opposing views. I can agree to disagree.
But the current climate of outright hatred and vulgarity that’s taken over our political discourse disgusts me. There’s no need of this. Children do not need to learn disrespect from the rear window of a passing car.
And speaking of vulgarity?
I received a comment on a video I posted on YouTube last week.
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I have no idea who Dick is, but I’m guessing the name fits him perfectly.
Maybe I’m getting old, but common courtesy and decency seem to be in short supply these days.
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Next up on my things to do in Maine before the husband goes back to work bucket list was Old Fort Western. It’s one of those landmarks we drive by often but never take the time to explore.
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Old Fort Western in Augusta is the oldest surviving wooden fort in the United States. It started life as a trading post, then a manned station during the French and Indian war, and then a store supplying early settlers.
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In 1775 Benedict Arnold started his expedition to capture Quebec from this fort. Arnold’s party, which included future Vice President Aaron Burr, stayed at the fort before marching north.
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For a time it was a private home and now, a historic site.
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The day we visited there were a few reenactment soldiers in period dress on loan from Plymouth Plantation in Massachusetts.
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You know my husband enjoyed this part.
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Though they wouldn’t let him fire it for safety reasons.
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I love history and totally geeked out during the guided tour.
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Strategically placed on the highest navigable point on the Kennebec River…
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It guarded the colonists well and was never attacked.
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Though I can’t imagine life here was easy.
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To be continued….
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I saw something the other day while driving up Route 1 and had to try and grab a picture. Pardon the bad quality but I couldn’t stop completely.
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I have no explanation for this.
Just had to share.
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In true Maine fashion there is now a radio station called Whoopie featuring a lobster holding a Whoopie pie.
You can’t make this stuff up.
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Epic Chinese take out menu fail.
And no, they weren’t trying to be cute.
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I haven’t tried this yet but it sounds good.
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Rainy days mean Scrabble tournaments in the man cave. Yours truly was getting some truly horrible letter combinations.
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But managed to sweep the husband in a three game series all the same.
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I call this news you can’t use. And if you can use it? I don’t want to know…
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Somewhere in Miami a man is questioning his Visa bill for a tummy tuck and boob job.
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Take that Swan Lake.
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No comment.
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The odds of finding a blue lobster are one in two million, so finding a yummy orange crustacean?
Wow.
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When there’s a summer thunderstorm on the horizon? We head for the barn porch.
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And if it’s cocktail hour?
We add an adult beverage.
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This particular storm was disappointing as all the good rumbling stayed to the north…
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But the gentle rain brought our old friends the ducks to the backyard and they’re always fun to watch.
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I don’t know how long mallard ducks live but we’ve had this visiting pair for close to 4 years now.
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When there’s rain and puddles? They plop right down and make themselves at home.
❤️
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Finishing the outer loop trail brought us close to the end of our walk.
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Another sculpture.
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That my not a fan of modern art husband had a hard time deciphering. I keep telling him you don’t have to understand art … just enjoy it.
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The lilac gardens were next and though it was a small area ….
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The scent was gloriously large.
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Even she thought so.
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Or maybe she didn’t. It’s hard to tell.
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We really enjoyed the time we spent here. A true hidden oasis in the middle of our state’s capitol.
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I had to laugh that my husband has the old wooden apple press shown on that sign.
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So there you have it.
A full tour of Viles Arboretum.
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Ending with the least expensive and smallest sculpture on offer.
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My distaste for artificial intelligence has been well documented here. I truly believe the pursuit of the singularity will be the end of us and all that we hold dear. The good that can come from it will be quickly washed away by hackers and disreputable people who will twist and manipulate the truth until we’re completely unable to recognize it.
I admit… that future frightens me.
But now?
Right this minute?
There’s something else to fear.
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Hell.
Some of my blogging friends are already phoning it in. If the bots start writing content… how will I be able to tell who’s real? I’ll have to question every word I read.
Did Mark really move to Wisconsin?
Does Dan actually have rabbits in his yard?
Is the Huntress’s office filled with crazy people?
Does the Travel Architect even travel?
What’s true?
What’s not?
How will I know!
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Nearing the end of our hike there was an old well.
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I’m assuming it had some connection to the old piggery we’d passed.
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The arboretum hosts guest lecturers and holds classes on various nature related topics throughout the year and as you would guess…
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They usually take place outside.
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Though this spot didn’t look like it’s seen any action in a while.
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I’ve been told this is the most popular section of the park.
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And is a favorite for wedding photographs, though to be honest I didn’t find it very impressive.
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The lily of the valley were nice, but heck… my hostas are more impressive than anything they had.
To he continued…
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