Well now you can.
We had a lot of visitors this past winter.
These are pictures from back in January because I’m still playing catch up from the vacation posts.
Our buck kept his rack a lot longer than usual.
But it didn’t stop him from apple picking.
Or sticking his tongue out at the photographer.
Cheeky little bugger.
Father and son…
Or daughter, it’s hard to tell at this stage.
I like…
This tee shirt I picked up at Goodwill the other day.
If my husband would just follow this one simple rule, life would be so much more pleasant.
I like…
The new yellow kiwi fruit.
Have you tried them?
Yum!
I like….
The Annual Damariscotta PumpkinFest Regatta.
(And you thought we only raced zucchini in Maine. Pfft!)
But this year, I really like the pumpkin they’re using to advertise it.
I like…
Finding multiple praying mantises (manti?) on the baby barn we’re remodeling.
Did you know the female praying mantis bites off her partner’s head after sex?
Clearly she’s a woman who doesn’t like to cuddle.
I like…
Apple season.
Our trees are loaded with juicy fruit…
And soon my belly will be full of juicy pie and fritters.
actual video of me after eating juicy pie and fritters
Autumn is closing in.
And it’s my favorite time of the year.
The air is crisp, the trees are full of apples….
And if you’re lucky enough to live in Maine like I do?
Mother Nature puts on a glorious show of turning leaves.
(Yes, those are my photos. And yes, those are my apple trees.)
But this year?
There’s something I’m not looking forward to.
The annual Pumpkin Spice’d every damn thing but condoms invasion will be rolling out shortly, and while that’s annoying enough….
This year?
There’s a new kid on the pumpkin spiced block.
It’s true… as well as disgusting.
Yes.
Pumpkin Spiced Spam.
Forget changing leaves and brisk breezes — pumpkin spice is the official harbinger of fall. And, for better or worse, Spam is entering the flavor fray.
While there’s no amount of money that could convince me try it and report back….
If one of you would, I’d appreciate a first hand account of how truly awful it is.
I like….
Finding that just right product at T.J. Maxx.
Pig collagen.
Because have you ever seen a wrinkled pig?
I like…
Taking the guess work out of what to get me for my birthday.
Good clean fun…. yes sirree.
I like…
Hummingbirds who pull up a chair and sit a while.
As this one did the other day on our back deck.
2,000 meals a day and sleep the whole night thru?
I totally want to be a hummingbird now.
I like….
Okay, technically I don’t know if I like it yet because I just bought it.
But a 100 calorie cocktail?
What’s not to like?
And finally, I like….
This sign.
Because who can argue with that?
Remember how I warned you there would be more pictures of baby woodchucks than you ever thought possible future photographs of our backyard wildlife?
It starts now.
Calm down, they’re babies and they’re cute.
How bad can it be?
In the evening, it usually goes like this…
Mother woodchuck comes out to see if the coast is clear.
And must give some kind of silent signal…
Because before long….
The little ones are scampering around everywhere.
They love our deck and run back and forth so quickly it’s hard to snap a shot.
Two of them chase each other around and love hiding under the grill cover…
While the other two are busy eating deer grain.
With their mother…
Who is in serious need of an 18 hour bra.
Sorry girlfriend, but it needed to be said.
I know you can’t un-see that.
Apologies.
Maybe this bit of cuteness will make up for it.
He doesn’t quite have the hang of it yet…
But he’s trying.
No, not yet.
But there are indeed islands in Vermont.
It’s possible because Lake Champlain is so frickin’ big. I swear as you drive around it, you’d think it was an inland sea.
So on our first full day, we drove north through the Heroes, (North and South…not super) and Grand Isle.
It was lovely.
Rich, rolling farmland with mountain backdrops…
And the lake on both sides.
There were cows….
( I do. I totally do…)
And we happily played tourist, enjoying the natural beauty.
Again…
It’s a big friggin’ lake.
As we came to the end of the islands…
And realized we didn’t have our passports, New York it was.
Which is where we saw geese.
Lots and lots…
And lots of geese.
Seriously, they went on forever.
More farmland on the New York side.
As well as a massive apple orchard.
How massive?
That massive.
So naturally we had to go inside and partake of it’s massive appley goodness.
And oh, the smell!
They should bottle it…. Eau de la Apple Crate. I would happily bathe in it.
Heavenly!
So after buying apples, apple pie, apple turnovers, apple cider donuts and apple blossom honey we waddled out and continued touring.
More lake…
More farm land…
More geese. You get the picture…
We headed south through Plattsburgh, and I’m sorry… but Plattsburgh? You suck. The part we experienced was dirty, foul smelling, full of air pollution and had that “we just don’t care anymore” attitude.
As boring as my vacation blogs are, even I’m not going to post pictures of you.
Our backyard trees are full of apples and I’ve been picking like crazy.
Well no, I didn’t.
But yesterday I made apple bread and Norwegian apple pie, so that’s just as good.
Autumn in Maine is pretty damn fabulous, not to mention colorful. The trees are starting to turn, our neighbor is harvesting pumpkins from his fields and if you drop by the house this month you’ll be stuffed full of baked apple treats.
My glazed apple bundt cake is pretty special, although the secret ingredient may have something to do with it.
Yeah.
We do apples up right at River’s house.
