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Junior chuck is still here and momma still tolerates his presence even though she has a new batch of children.
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This is surprising and has never happened before.
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She usually kicks the kids to the curb as soon as they can fend for themselves.
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But Junior persists. Though like every adult child who lives in the basement, I’m sure he gets on her nerves now and then.
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Walking through the tree tunnel….
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Brings you to a little beach entrance…
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And a beautiful home at the end of the trail.
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The path simply stopped. It dead ended and other than strolling across someone’s lawn, our only option was to turn around.
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With a last look at a perfectly placed hammock…
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We headed back the way we came and as always… noticed different things.
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The husband was mesmerized by this gravity defying stone and had to investigate.
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No adhesive, no bolts.
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Just the perfect combination of natural depressions and angles.
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Back on the path…
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I took time to love me some rocks.
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The striations, the colors.
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The wind blown ruined hairdo…
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It was all good.
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I do love my rocks.
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Quirky windswept trees have so much character.
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But watching where we were stepping became important in places. I don’t think this trail has been repaired for decades.
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If you ever visit Maine you have to do one of the cliff walks. It’s a truly fabulous way to experience our coast up close and personal.
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Rugged, rocky and glorious.
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You won’t find many straight sandy beaches here and that’s just fine with me.
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Windswept and craggy is more my style. Look at that house! Pure perfection.
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If you don’t mind a little wind.
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The cliff walk is well named as you’re basically walking along the edge of a cliff.
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Some sections are wider than others but the views are all the same.
Beautiful.
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Was I in rock heaven?
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You betcha!
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I know it’s hard to tell but this is a photo of a bald eagle fishing the ocean.
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Such majestic creatures.
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Around this next bend was a beach.
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And nice we ducked through the trees…
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To be continued…
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After the pretty but oh so short Fisherman’s Walk path, we knew there had to be more to see so we continued onto the beach.
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Reaching the curve….
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We found another path.
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Knowing it wasn’t a continuation of our first walk but eager to explore new ground… we kept going.
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Past some fragrant wild beach roses.
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And up some large stone steps.
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Through some root bound trees.
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Where we caught glimpses of the ocean. Some of the walking was treacherous, but I’d figured out that we were on another of my bucket list trails – the York Cliff Walk – so we sucked it up and hiked.
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Nice.
Tell us when we’re already committed.
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To be continued…
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Because there’s still a kid inside of you… somewhere.
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The first things that sprang to mind when I read this weren’t material.
Yes, I have the family silver…
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Which I rarely use as you can tell by the embarrassing level of tarnish.
Yes, I have great grandmother’s antique French dessert set…
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Which to be honest, I have never used and polish even less.
And yes I have my father’s paintings which will always be the first things I grab if our house is burning down …
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But the two things I’m most glad my parents gave me are my love of reading and the natural world.
My passion for both make me feel as if part of them is still with me. And that’s the treasure I hold dear.
How about you?…
What do you still have of your parent’s?
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It’s Japanese Iris season at Casa River and I couldn’t be happier.
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While I’ve never been a fan of the fleshy full size irises that always hump their monstrous rhizome roots out of the ground… I adore their smaller less arrogant cousins.
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Daintier, more delicate and frankly less look at me darling, aren’t I gawgous!… they’re a lovely pop of perennial purple.
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Number two rhododendron is now in full bloom though not nearly as full as it’s neighbor. Why this should be is a question that stumps gardeners everywhere. Same soil, same sun exposure yet one is always bigger and better. Personally I think Mother Nature just likes to keep us guessing.
And if you’re wondering what the woodchucks have been chewing this week ?
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The toothy little buggers are eating marigolds!.
Marigolds!
The plant so disgusting no one will eat them. I don’t even like the silly things but have been putting them in my pots on the barn porch simply for the woodchuck gag factor. I thought they’d be safe.
I was wrong.
Very wrong.
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Still working my way down the There are so many wonderful places to see in Maine I fear I won’t live long enough bucket list… we headed south to York.
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Fisherman’s Walk is beautiful… but let me tell you it’s not easy to find. Punching the address in GPS brought us to someone’s private driveway. Backing up, we turned around multiple times, then turned around some more…. searching in vain for signage. How bad was it? The husband was so frustrated he stopped and asked a stranger.
Trust me, that’s bad!
The local man pointed us down a hill but said we couldn’t park there. Of course not, that would have been too easy. Turning around again, we found parking, but it was permitted for residents only. By this time my husband had lost all enthusiasm for the experience, but I do not admit defeat easily. Circling around again scored us a free spot… and vindication for me. Though we still had to hike back up a hill and down another hill to find what we’d come to see.
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A scenic coastal walking path.
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Make that a poop free scenic coastal walking path. My very favorite kind.
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Lobster boats were plentiful.
And look…
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Now that we were actually on the path?
A sign for the path.
Never let it be said the state of Maine doesn’t have a sense of humor.
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I didn’t know what to expect, so the chances of being disappointed were slim.
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But it was a gloriously cool sunny day, so off we went.
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Past private piers…
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And hilltop homes.
And then? Nothing.
It ended.
We had driven an hour and a half for a 3 minute walk and I was getting some serious stink eye from my spouse.
Refusing to believe it, I kept walking. Past a high fence. Across a road. By a marina. Across another road. Past some tennis courts. Through a parking lot. Until I found…
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A beach.
To be continued…..
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My husband has a bad habit of leaving the little barn/shed doors open in the summer. He thinks he’s airing it out and cooling it off but in actuality all he’s doing is this:
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Giving momma and baby chucks another area to explore.
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And chew.
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They seem to enjoy it.
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Though if they start chewing tractor wires my husband may have to rethink this habit.
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This isn’t a large historic site by any means.
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But here’s a peak at the inside of the building.
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The store.
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Our guide, in the kitchen.
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And no, that isn’t poop. It’s rolled tobacco.
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Since our guide was rather long winded we ran out of time before we were able to explore upstairs …
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And they were literally locking the gates while we were still roaming around.
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Stockades.
I’m thinking of installing a set in our backyard… to be employed when the husband gets the urge to attend a rummage sale.
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The fort.
The end.
Anticlimactic, I know. But I didn’t want to spend the night there so we had to beat feet and leave.
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I live in Maine.
Our governor is a Democrat named Janet Mills.
And this is what I saw in a restaurant parking lot the other day.
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How nice.
Without getting political, let me just say two things. I dislike Donald Trump. Vehemently and absolutely, but you will never see a F*ck Trump sticker on my car or a F*ck Trump sign in my yard.
I believe in a two party system and am mature enough to embrace free spirited debate and opposing views. I can agree to disagree.
But the current climate of outright hatred and vulgarity that’s taken over our political discourse disgusts me. There’s no need of this. Children do not need to learn disrespect from the rear window of a passing car.
And speaking of vulgarity?
I received a comment on a video I posted on YouTube last week.
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I have no idea who Dick is, but I’m guessing the name fits him perfectly.
Maybe I’m getting old, but common courtesy and decency seem to be in short supply these days.
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