My town’s FB page keeps me up to date on all the important local happenings…
And some of the not so important ones as well.
There were a lot of takers for this next one…
I’m just hoping this wasn’t their mode of transportation.
Another lost pig made the news…
And he seemed pretty happy to stay that way.
Then there was a woman wondering if anyone was interested in a group she was getting together.
Clearly she attended one of those crazy adult education classes I’m always riffing about.
And finally there was this one, posted on the day Maine made cell phone usage while driving illegal.
Technically it’s not about my town, but funny all the same.
Goat horn foreheads should never be overlooked.
Thank you Google Images for providing my nightmare material for the foreseeable future.
A Maine woman is experimenting with weed to dull a lobster’s pain as he’s plunged into that boiling pot of water.
There are worse ways to die than high.
The article in case you want to read it:
A local homemade R2D2 warning drivers to slow down.
And this one reads in his spare time. Who knew?
For a burst of pure color it’s hard to beat.
The bees like…
It’s all good.
The dollar bill I received in change….
Complete with instructions on how not to spend it.
I really do.
Because it’s apple blossom time at Casa River.
And next to lilacs, they’re my favorite natural scent.
We had a long wet spring….
And now even the smaller trees are bursting with blooms.
Every little branch is covered in fragrant blossoms…. and when the breeze blows?
But since Smell-O-Vision isn’t available, you’ll have to take my word for it.
It’s that good.
Fun fact : Every tree we’ve planted in the past 15 years?
I don’t know why… they just died. Some lasted a few years, others mere months.
But this apple tree?
The one I didn’t plant? That must have sprung up from a floating seed….
Grows 3 feet every summer.
And this year, it’s bee nirvana.
I had to.
My epitaph shall read:
Here lies River
She was swallowed by a quince bush.
This is the bush from Hell that lives and multiplies like a rabbit on our property.
Every fall we wack it down to a manageable level, and every spring it comes back with a vengeance.
Yes, the blooms are lovely.
And yes, the bumblebees enjoy it.
Pardon the bee butt shots. Apparently they’re camera shy.
It’s only June and the pink spawn of Satan is already reaching the roof line.
So if I should disappear this summer?
Grab a machete and come get me….
It’s already got three window exits blocked.
I fear the doors are next.