Rhubarb time. When everyone who grows the noxious plant tries desperately to pawn it off on unsuspecting strangers. This rarely works, but if you’re visiting Maine in June, be warned.
Our small town has a wonderfully inventive food bank and is supported by many of our organic farmers. You never know what they’ll whip up next.
.
.
Lots of items are advertised for free around these parts.
.
.
No free turtle? I’ll pass.
.
.
Believe me when I say you don’t want this fellow nibbling on your toes.
At the beginning of December we gave $10 to a fundraiser for our local food bank which we wouldn’t have known about it if we hadn’t been sitting in our corner at the local pub.
We drank…
.
.
And lo and behold, it paid off.
Because yesterday when we stopped in for a burger and a beer? This was placed in front of me by the bartender….
.
.
The husband joked that they didn’t need to bribe us to drink there…
.
.
But damn. For $100 gift card? I’d drink anywhere.
Apparently our donation was part of a raffle and we won a prize.
.
.
Who says drinking doesn’t pay?
.
Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.
River's world..... 