I love to bird watch.
They’re such delightful little creatures….
And every once in a while a really special feathered friend shows up at our feeders.
Of course this visitor….
A Cooper’s Hawk….
Shows up to eat the other delightful little creatures…. which is not at all delightful.
But he’s beautiful all the same.
Yes, my friends.
Elvis is alive and well and living in Mid Coast Maine.
He’s also doing a bit of a comb over, but give the guy a break…. he still rocks the sequined jumpsuit.
We ran into Elvis in downtown Bath, where they do an old fashioned Christmas celebration every year.
Just follow the city hall beacon….
And you’ll find ice sculptures….
Live music in art galleries…
(Can we talk about that statue? Is she carrying laundry, or dead bodies? Either way I don’t want her in my living room.)
Stores were open late selling jewelry made from crushed lobster shells…
As well as mussel shells.
(It’s Maine. Go with it…)
The streets were brightly lit…
And I intended to get that way as well.
Three Beekeepers?
Don’t mind if I do….
Sadly, the food was awful at the Bath Brewing Company.
But we did have a senior citizen caroling flash mob…
So the evening wasn’t a total loss.
If only I had asked them where they bought their hats.
Don’t you love finding a great restaurant?
In a great spot….
With a great view…
And great natural light…
With great lobster art…
And great planters….
As well as great signs?
Not quite.
There were great drinks…
Great crab cakes…
Great mussels…
(So great I only got pictures of the shells.)
More great drinks..
Great salads with rosemary garlic chicken…
And great broiled haddock sandwiches….
But wait, there’s more.
There was great dessert…
Really, really great Kahlua cake…..
Am I making myself clear here?
Okay, good.
I wasn’t sure I was getting that point across.
While winter may not possess the gentle pastels of spring, the bright greens of summer or the glorious burning of autumn….
It does have it’s own unique color.
These pictures were taken out my winter windows.
And to me……
A Mainer….
They’re just as beautiful as any blooming garden.
Of course I say that from inside the nice warm house….
Not braving the elements like this little guy.
Right hand cold…
Left hand cold…
To hell with this…
Both hands cold.
Vacation posts are over, (for a while anyway) and it’s time to get back to normal, every day nonsensical blogging.
I have lots of odd stuff to catch up on , so let’s get started shall we?
#1…Â A while back my husband had his truck restored and painted. It cost a fortune, but he loves that old thing. And apparently, so did this robin.
Every morning at 6:00am ( before the snow started to fly) this bird showed up.
He’d hop all over the bed, then the cab… pooping on everything.
He got very aggressive and fought off other birds if they flew too near.
The little bastard even dive bombed me a few times.
#2…Â And speaking of dinosaurs,
We had a visiting Pterodactyl.
(Okay, it was a raven I named Roderick, but damn. He was big.)
*Note to self – buy bigger bird bath.*
#3… I saw this in a parking lot last month –
Clearly this man had been waiting for a long time.
#4… Good news!
I finally found a pair of jeans made for women who eat too many double stuff Oreos real women.
#5… Remember the mutant brain abomination that was growing on my driveway?
Well, we came home from vacation….
And found it dead.
It had turned brown, shriveled up and fallen off it’s stalk. Which was quite a relief.
Until I started thinking that maybe it just….
Hatched.
#6….. You know it’s Christmas time in Maine when you see the holiday trees popping up everywhere.
Of course, in Maine… trees are made from lobster crates, so make of that what you will.
#7…. And speaking of Christmas, here’s a great gift idea from Vermont.
Because nothing says I love you better than a wheel of cheese, and a cow you don’t have to clean up after.
You’re welcome.
My favorite time of year is here and Mother Nature is putting on a show in Maine.
Pockets of beautiful autumnal color are bursting forth.
And almost everywhere you look, it’s gorgeous.
Warm days, cool nights…
Farmers markets filled with apples and pumpkins.
If there’s a prettier place than autumn in New England…
I’m sure I don’t know where it is.
Even the dearly departed are enjoying the show.
Welcome fall!
Our backyard trees are full of apples and I’ve been picking like crazy.
Well no, I didn’t.
But yesterday I made apple bread and Norwegian apple pie, so that’s just as good.
Autumn in Maine is pretty damn fabulous, not to mention colorful. The trees are starting to turn, our neighbor is harvesting pumpkins from his fields and if you drop by the house this month you’ll be stuffed full of baked apple treats.
My glazed apple bundt cake is pretty special, although the secret ingredient may have something to do with it.
Yeah.
We do apples up right at River’s house.
