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Spring in Maine means apple blossoms.. and my (not so little anymore) favorite tree puts on quite a show.
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The photos don’t do it justice, but trust me this is one gorgeous profusion of blooms.
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And the fragrance?
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Ooh la la!
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Pure heaven.
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Just be careful of the bees. The tree is positively buzzing.
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Make sure it’s the Ogunquit Cliff Walk. There’s no better way to leisurely experience the Maine coast and you’ll get some exercise to boot. A definite win win.
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The 1.25 mile walk starts alongside a waterfront hotel with pristine fencing and gardens.
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Turn the corner, and the Atlantic Ocean beckons.
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Maine isn’t known for large resorts, we’re more of a bed and breakfast state, but the Anchorage By the Sea is well named.
You can’t get much closer to the ocean than that.
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Most of Maine’s beaches are rocky, but Wells… the neighboring town… has plenty of sand.
The Cliff Walk is fully paved and easy to traverse…. and did I mention there are rocks?
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When you marry a billy goat like my husband, rocks are never left unexplored.
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I can’t say enough good things about the beauty of this place and it’s hardly a surprise Ogunquit was an artist colony at the turn of the 20th century.
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Nature is a wonderous thing…. but sometimes she struggles to survive.
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Shame we need to be reminded of that…
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There are numerous memorial benches scattered here and there along the path…
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Perfect spots for quiet reflection and contemplation.
To be continued…
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Our beautiful fox stopped by for a little fallen bird seed snack recently.
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It was early evening …
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So another frequent visitor dropped by as well.
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That’s one brave duck.
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Because I live for odd headlines.
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If they’re anything like Twinkies, I’m sure they still tasted fine.
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Yes, in 1945 American GI’s liberated a little girl’s birthday cake along with Italy. She looks quite happy now, so I guess what they say is true… it’s never too late for cake.
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While we welcome all wild visitors for a nosh at Casa River … this makes me glad I don’t live in Florida.
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Is this really a gift? I’m going with no.
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I love this time of year in Maine. It’s warm but not hot, we have ample rain and things are blooming everywhere you look.
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Pansies are always the first things I plant in pots. They’re frost tolerant and because that can still happen at the end of May here … they’re a safe bet.
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Lilacs!
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We have two massive bushes that reach for the sky… taller than our roof. It’s fabulous!
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One white, one dark purple. I wish WordPress had Smell o Vision…. because trust me peeps, it is seriously fragrant up in here.
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I planted my annual marigold rotation in front of the mini barn last week.
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And some color coordinated geraniums next to the bulkhead doors.
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There was a little of both at Chez River recently… but not the kind you might think.
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The blowing was in the form of a new window air conditioner we bought to replace our previous old as dirt unit. $500 and a broken back later it was installed and ready for summer. Someday someone will explain to me why these things have to weigh as much as an African elephant.
While this new a/c is more powerful and quieter than the last, I admit I was not happy with the left handed cord placement. I’m an inveterate cord hider and this monster is one inch too short to plug behind the antique radio to the left and two inches too short to swing around the corner behind the arm chair on the right … so this is the horror I must live with for the next few months.
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Sigh.
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Even Lord Dudley disapproves.
As for the sucking…
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Yesterday morning heralded the arrival of the poop truck.
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And it’s extremely long, highly suspect caca hose.
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The less said about this process the better.
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More butt shots from my ongoing adventures in cat walking.
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There seriously isn’t a bush or plant on the property that he doesn’t have to crawl under.
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And when he can’t find a shrub?
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The weirdo just plonks himself down and stares at the wall.
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Headlines from my little corner of the world.
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Bring Your Goat to Work Day probably isn’t a real thing, but damn … it should be.
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Excellent ad copy Jason. If I ever need help getting plowed, you’re the man.
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Busted!
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That’s black gold right there. Highly sought after…
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Because it appears I’m never going to run out of these.
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Here are mine:
Literally.
People say literally when they mean figuratively and it drives me nuts. “ It’s so hot I am literally on fire.” Unless I see flames shooting out of a body cavity? You meant figuratively.
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I could care less.
Could you? Then that means you cared in the first place. The proper phrasing is ‘I couldn’t care less’, please use it.
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Must not have been very important.
This one dates back to my childhood. Whenever I would forget something I wanted to tell my mother she would smugly utter those words and I always wanted to scream, “Now I remember! The kitchen is on fire.”
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So how about you? What words or phrases drive you nuts….
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Required sex warning – the following contains explicit excerpts from one seriously wacky book. Continue at the risk of disturbing mental images.
As you already know, the male member, its malfunctions and various cures feature heavily in this series.
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Because sometimes you feel like pumping, and sometimes you don’t.
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I’m not a man and therefor have no physical frame of reference… but is perpetual half mast really where men want to be?
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The Smithsonian has a penis bone collection? Why doesn’t this surprise me..
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It seems Thai women are not to be screwed with. Or Thai ducks either for that matter..
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The little man in the boat? I can’t even….
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It makes you wonder just how much suction one man could need. And remember, I did warn you about mental images.
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