I realize I haven’t posted many photos of our fall foliage this year.
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The reason being it hasn’t been a very good leaf peeping season.
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Oh, there’s color…
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But by Maine standards it’s been very muted this autumn.
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Too much rain late in the summer and an early mini cold snap that forced the trees to turn too soon could be the reason.
Anyway…
After running a few errands down south, we realized we’d skipped lunch and headed to a very popular Wells restaurant for an early dinner.
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Off season, on a Thursday… and there was a line half an hour before they opened. We weren’t going to wait, but.
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It’s a steakhouse and my husband loves a good steak.
When the doors opened and the mad rush for upstairs dining was in full force, we took the road less traveled and headed for the bar on the first floor.
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This place is impossible to get in during the summer, jam packed every night so we were expecting amazing things.
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My appetizer was not one of them.
Shrimp and crab stuffed mushrooms. Dry uninteresting balls of stuffing they must have waved a crab over and called it good.
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Two overly sweetened cocktails in, my salad was basically a bowl of iceberg lettuce drenched in bottled blue cheese.
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We both ordered the filet mignons, which were decent enough… though nothing to gush over.
Places like this always make me wonder why people are willing to stand on line for basically nothing special.
Back at the shed extension project, some trim was added.
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And oddly added at that.
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And even though the third wall/door hadn’t been figured out, work moved to the roof.
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Where my too cheap to buy more husband used part tar paper, part leftover ice and water shield.
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He kills me that way.
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The man thinks nothing of dropping $200 for dinner, but balks at buying a last roll of tar paper or another full piece of wood when leftovers will do.
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Whatever.
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This is where the third wall should go… except the raison d’etre for the extension is rolling the antique carriage under cover so my husband wants to leave it open. I’m lobbying for some type of large door but with the roof angled for rain and the side of the existing building so clearly off square I’m meeting a lot of resistance.
Our neighbor called at 7:30 last night and screamed at us to “Go outside right now!”. From the tone of her voice I figured we were being invaded by herds of rabid moose… but when I stepped off the front porch steps ?
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Wow.
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I’m 60 years old and have never seen the Northern Lights in person..
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And there they were, right over our house.
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Again, wow.
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My photos don’t do them justice..
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But the husband and I stood out on the lawn like total weirdos snapping pictures for half an hour.
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It was a truly magical experience.
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I’m not sure I completely understand what causes the phenomenon …
He’s a large (expensive!) metal sculpture of an osprey on a nest that my late mother bought us over 10 years ago with the understanding he would be mounted on the Barn Mahal when construction was complete.
Sadly, my mother passed away before that happened and Otis has languished on the top floor waiting for deployment ever since.
Unfortunately the nest on which he was sat was unable to be affixed to the barn roof as is … so we had to hire a welder to design a mount which we just now did.
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Said mount, nest and bird needed to go here.
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And that wasn’t an easy task.
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But on a recent overcast day a friend was called and the job started.
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With little to no enthusiasm I may add.
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Finding the right spot to bolt the mount proved tricky and I was sent upstairs to make sure the holes were in the right place.
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Upstairs…
Otherwise known as my spouse’s airplane hangar of crap.
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If there’s empty space, you know my guy is going to fill it. I rarely get up here since the overhead door is heavy and beyond my meager arm strength.
But every time I do make the climb….
I find new (old) things.
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Did we need 4 wooden sleighs?
We did not, but apparently we own them all the same.
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