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Maine, glorious Maine… part 2.

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It’s funny, but one of the most famous tourist attractions in my state is a sign.

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Yes, those really are the names of Maine towns and I’ve visited all of them. Didn’t even need a passport.

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I admit it, I partied heartily in many a gravel pit back in the day.

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Mud season was virtually non existent this year due to the lack of heavy snow last winter. Can’t say I really missed it.

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I used to gripe constantly about the cold, but with internal menopausal heating? Now I say bring it!

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Yes, if you visit Maine you must have your picture taken with the giant boot at L.L. Beans. And to be honest…. it’s not just for tourists.

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That’s the husband and our niece a few years back.

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We took her Christmas shopping and made her pose.

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I love my town.

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Let’s check in with my little country town’s Facebook page shall we….

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Mainers. We’re a practical people… and this does make a certain kind of sense.

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I’ve heard of the Traveling Wilburys…. but the Traveling Pigeons? Wonder if the white one is lead guitar.

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Alright, so some of us are woefully out of touch.

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Sadly this was from our farming neighbor across the road. He’s had an honor system bucket for over a year now with no trouble, but I suppose it was bound to happen sometime.

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The wonderful part is after posting that snarky news flash, the town felt so badly they rallied around his vegetable stand and he made more money that day than what was stolen. Small towns rock!

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The latest square for the celebration quilt from our local ladies.

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And finally, when you need to raise money in our town?

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You auction pork.

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Maine, glorious Maine.

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I think you all know I adore my state. It’s scenically beautiful and far enough off the beaten path for our weirdos to be considered delightfully quirky. So let me share a few other reasons Maine is a wonderful, if slightly odd, place to live.

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You’d be surprised how often these potentially fatal conversations take place.

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And yet they all try.

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If you’ve never seen a real live moose in person? Trust me…. they’re huge and will total your car when hit.

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Many people will tell you it still tastes like horrible medicine, but I love it. Add a scoop of vanilla ice cream? Mm, mm, good.

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I personally know of 7 Hardscrabble Roads… but hey, no one said living in Maine is easy.

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Ooh la la lilac….

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In the continuing saga My Air Smells Better Than Yours, Neener Neener, I bring you…. lilacs.

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I will forever be grateful to the previous owner of our house for planting lilac bushes 40 odd years ago.

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Lilacs are slow growers and take a long time to come into maturity.

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But when you have some that reach the height of your roof?

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Life is good.

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And it smells even better.

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A scenic drive with the dead.

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Part of our leisurely drive down the coast last week included a cruise through Laurel Hill Cemetery.

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And while that might sound a little odd or off the beaten track..

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I assure you we weren’t the only ones. It’s a beautiful spot and very popular with walkers as well.

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I’ve always found cemeteries to be peaceful and serene places, and this one was simply gorgeous.

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Meticulously maintained…

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This section with perfectly trimmed hedges was especially nice.

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Did I mention the dearly departed have a water view?

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There were hundreds of fascinating old gravestones dating back to the 1700’s and a few modern memorials…. that to me, looked out of place.

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Some of the decorative iron fencing was fabulous. For when you really don’t like your neighbors… living or dead.

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Yes, if I lived closer…

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I’d be taking frequent strolls with the dearly departed.

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If you don’t have any plans today….

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Perhaps you’d like to hug a water buffalo.

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It’s free, and you have to admit the toddlers sure are cute.

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Of course inviting you to hug a calf and then directing you to the store to purchase a rump roast of his family is a bit rude….

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I hope no one tells this sweet little fellow Uncle Otto didn’t really go to Boca on vacation.

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*Gulp*

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Camp Ellis

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We took a scenic drive down south the other day and ended up at Camp Ellis. A tiny spit of the Maine coast that suffers greatly during storms and high seas.

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So much so that their beach front is now mostly rock and concrete.

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Erosion is threatening homes and drastic measures are being employed. Because when your front lawn looks like this?

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You know something has to be done.

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I constantly wonder why people even bother. The sea will come, and nothing man can do will stop it.

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Waterfront living is wonderful, but water in your living room… not so much.

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Sweet, Fleeting Season in Camp Ellis

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Because you can never have too many flowers….

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The weather is warming, the grass is greening and the danger of frost has passed… we hope. (I live in Maine, it can snow on Memorial Day) So now it’s time for blooms!

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There’s nothing I love more than going greenhouse shopping. Being surrounded by bright flowering plants probably drops my blood pressure by 20 points. It also drops my bank balance considerably, but we won’t talk about that.

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I came home with this interesting shrub.

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A weigela florida. Fingers crossed it does well in the spot I picked.

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Two boxes of pretties for my front garden bed…

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Which turns out wasn’t nearly enough. Damn, I’ll have to go shopping again.

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A hanging geranium for the back deck… and for Lord Dudley to stare at. That’s him in the window directly behind it.. plotting revenge on me for keeping him in the house.

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And finally, a bouquet for the kitchen.

Flowers. They always make me smile.

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Well, almost always.

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In retrospect, not a good idea.

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We have a raccoon who visits nightly. And while he’s a cute, pudgy old fellow… he’s extremely destructive when it comes to our birds feeders. Every morning we wake up to one or two on the ground, often in pieces. A month ago I started taking them down at dusk and putting them in the garage overnight. When I went to bed early last week and forgot? The husband got lazy and left them on the kitchen porch.

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Not a good idea.

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Not at all good.

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