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I’m still not sure if there are five or six baby woodchucks but the little scampers are definitely on the move.
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It seems that every window you look out, there’s a chuck.
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The little guys are little. Here’s a grey squirrel for comparison.
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Some of them wander at will, some stay near momma.
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And try to steal her apple chunks.
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Momma is not always pleased.
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As evidenced by that look.
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We’ve had a lot of afternoon rain showers lately and with them comes rainbows.
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Too cloudy for a complete one, but with rainbows… half is just as sweet.
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Required photos of Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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Seen here taking a bath with his blue whale.
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Round two of flowers for the new stone garden bed out back. Fingers crossed the woodchucks don’t like them.
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Family size my ever expanding *ss. These packages get smaller all the time. And if you haven’t tried the toffee flavor? Run to the store before I buy them all out from under you.
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Foreground – fox.
Background – duck.
They seem to be friends now.
🙂
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You can’t use it, but you can laugh. Try that…
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I’m guessing that’s going to be a hard sell.
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I love my phone, but I can honestly say that’s the one place I’ve never used it.
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It’s always the last place you look.
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Damn. I hope not….
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I saw something the other day while driving up Route 1 and had to try and grab a picture. Pardon the bad quality but I couldn’t stop completely.
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I have no explanation for this.
Just had to share.
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In true Maine fashion there is now a radio station called Whoopie featuring a lobster holding a Whoopie pie.
You can’t make this stuff up.
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Epic Chinese take out menu fail.
And no, they weren’t trying to be cute.
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I haven’t tried this yet but it sounds good.
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Rainy days mean Scrabble tournaments in the man cave. Yours truly was getting some truly horrible letter combinations.
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But managed to sweep the husband in a three game series all the same.
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I call this news you can’t use. And if you can use it? I don’t want to know…
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Somewhere in Miami a man is questioning his Visa bill for a tummy tuck and boob job.
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Take that Swan Lake.
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No comment.
😳
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The odds of finding a blue lobster are one in two million, so finding a yummy orange crustacean?
Wow.
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Have you ever felt like the sugar is judging your breakfast choices?
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Yes I had the blueberry pancakes and bacon. No attitude necessary.
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I thought I might cry.
I tried not to cry.
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I cried.
Damn you Ed Sheeran.
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If ever there was a perfectly named food for its targeted consumer, this is it.
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Runaway chicken alerts.
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I love my town.
❤️
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When it’s a beautiful summer day in Maine, you grab your husband and head west.
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Not quite to the mountains, but we could see them from our windows .
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Destination? A highly recommended Italian restaurant in an old converted shoe factory.
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It was a rustic place, full of exposed beams and brick.
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No, I didn’t order that.
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I went with a fruity white Sangria instead.
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Cheesy garlic bread appetizer with homemade sauce started us off.
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It was too windy to sit outside but we did watch the umbrellas tip over a few times.
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Our meals were amazing. Decadently rich grilled chicken Alfredo for the hubs, Burgundy marinated filet tips on vegetable risotto for me.
We were stuffed and since the portions were hardy, went home with ample leftovers… but that didn’t stop us from ordering dessert to go.
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Yours truly is not leaving an Italian restaurant without Tiramisu.
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Calzolaio Pasta Co, is going on the list of River approved dining spots.
How could it not? On the way there….
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Cows!
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The baby nibblers are on the move and my flower beds are quaking in fear.
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For that matter so is my wallet.
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I thought the head count was four, then five..
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But yesterday I think I spotted six.
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It might be a very colorless summer at Casa River.
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After we finished with the antique store in the old mill, we strolled around and checked out the rest of the building.
Stores and office space on the first few floors, luxury apartments on the top.
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I loved this reclaimed bench.
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I did not love the fact this brewery was empty and shuttered tight. Boo to that.
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This is the Silver Street Tavern which came highly recommended.
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I passed on the Afternoon Delight as I prefer not to drink sh*t… good, in a cup or otherwise. I went with the Key Lime Gin Fizz…
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Which tasted just like a basic gin and tonic… so meh to the cocktails.
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The husband started with his go to appetizer, French Onion soup. Sadly it was sub par with a strange charred flavor.
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His chicken pot pie wasn’t really a pie and while the flaky top looked promising, it was cold, full of potatoes and quite dry.
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I went with the homemade crab cake sandwich and call bullsh*t on the homemade. It was tiny and tasted like a frozen Mrs. Paul.
Needless to say we won’t be returning there for another meal.
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Yes, the pickle posts are still peppering my page. So grab your cup of morning coffee and check out these briny abominations.
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Fritters are delightfully sweet treats.
Hard pass.
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There’s a name for this, but it’s definitely not fashion.
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Pickle juice ice cubes.
I just can’t…
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No.
And again, no.
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I have two words for this person.
Seek help.
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