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Odds and ends.

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While I enjoy a sweet treat as much as the next girl, and am seriously pro dessert…

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The word dump tends to take a little bloom off the rose for me.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten. He tries to hide, but isn’t very good at it.

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A very clever use of faucet handles to be sure. And now that I think about it, a spring flower that even my dastardly woodchucks couldn’t eat.

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Facebook. It’s annoying… but still the best way I know to keep up with old friends. And speaking of old, this was my FB memory from the other day. A photo of me and the hubs in the French Alps many moons ago. Yes, I was rock climbing in flip flops. Oh to be young and stupid again..

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News you can’t use.

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What passes for news these days is beyond ridiculous.

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I neither know nor care what the Rock eats for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. However, if you find a chunk of quartz that eats three squares a day? Now there’s an article I’ll read.

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Hold on… what?

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There you have it. Proof you can earn a living wage without a college education.

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When the headline promises to reveal the number one ice cream in the US? I pay attention. But damn, look how small that container is.

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That’s not my normal type of pint, but with flavors like that I’d be sorely tempted to switch.

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No, I really won’t. Cut flowers are lovely but I will not be sharing my Grey Goose with a bouquet of tulips anytime soon.

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What do you get for your tax dollars in Kennebunk, Maine?

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Flowers.

That’s what you get for the outrageously high property tax bills the town of Kennebunk sends out twice a year.

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But what lovely flowers they are.

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Every free space in the village is filled with them.

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It’s impressive and quite beautiful.

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Is it any wonder President Bush’s family has their summer home in Kennebunkport?

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The final sightings.

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We haven’t seen a woodchuck for weeks now.

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And while my flower gardens are sighing in relief…

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I have to admit I miss the fat little buggers.

( note – spellcheck always changes buggers to nuggets… and is that really better? )

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It’s ironic that now the ground is littered with apples from our trees, the apple munchers have left the building.

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This is the fourth year in a row we’ve had a woodchuck family move in.

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So I guess we’ll say so long chuckers.

( which spellcheck changes to chiclets every damn time )

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See you next year.

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The last of the chucks.

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The woodchucks have left the building.

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After momma chuck and her spring brood of voracious garden nibblers cut a swath of destruction through my flower gardens this spring….

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And fattened up quickly at our all you can eat buffet this summer….

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They have now moved on to where ever the hell it is woodchucks go in the fall.

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And all I’m left with is empty flower pots and leftover photos to sort through.

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They’re all heart.

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I’m not a fan of artichokes. I mean really, who has the time?

But I am a fan of the Jerusalem artichokes our farming neighbor across the road grows every year.

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Because when they blossom in the fall?

They are a seriously impressive sight.

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Human in far left corner for scale.

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When your flowers tower over the harvesting truck?

That’s a damned impressive bloom.

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Miscellaneous musings.

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I saw this the other day and was sorely tempted.

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I totally need cherry tomato toting ants.

In other local news….

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Such a neighborly thing to do.

And lately a dip in the pool has been sounding wonderful with temps being hot, hot, hot.

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Of course this is Maine, so while it felt like 104 one morning…

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Two days later it felt like 45.

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I replanted my left over garden bed with geraniums after the baby woodchucks ate all the petunias.

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But not before the little bastards darlings chewed all the leaves off my gay feather.

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At least they left the blooms this time.

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Now I’m wondering what an appropriate beef jerky card message would be.

I wanna hold your ham?

Nice to meat you?

Don’t go bacon my heart.

I have a t-bone to pick with you?

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A day lily kind of day.

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I really wish they were month lilies.

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Because they’re a wonderful pop of color in the garden and a day just isn’t enough.

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I have them scattered here and there around the property.

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And while this dark pink is my favorite, it’s never grown larger… though I planted it 17 long years ago.

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This line of hostas and day lilies was here when we moved in… and though it’s not a good spot, I’ve yet to relocate them.

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This double ruffle is sweet.

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But the stormy sky behind my backyard patch?

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Not at all sweet.

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