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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has developed a disturbing fondness for Al Roker…
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Should I be worried?
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Has the revolution begun? And why did no one tell me…
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I love Cards Against Humanity and Beth Dutton.
I may have to own this.
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Not my photograph, but it was posted by someone in Maine.
If that squirrel isn’t silently saying ‘hold my beer’ ? I’ll eat my hat.
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Bacon is life.
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Sunrise on snow.
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It’s hard to beat.
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More snow makes for pretty pictures I like to share with all my snowless southern and western friends.
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The shrubbery wear hats.
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And the edge of the driveway hump grows.
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Critter paths are clearly visible.
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And we have no idea who was romping on our deck. Those faded middle tracks are my husband’s, but clearly others followed suit.
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A path to the man cave must be shoveled.
It’s where the beer lives…
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We never know how many deer are going to arrive in our backyard on any given night…
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Could be two, could be ten.
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They always show up at dusk so pardon the poor quality photos with reflections from the windows.
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When the snow starts to pile up?
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So do the deer.
Fourteen was the count when I took these photos.
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We’ve been having a number of small snow storms lately, 2-3 inches at a time, and thanks to some cold temperatures…
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It finally looks like winter in ye old state of Maine.
I enjoy the change of seasons and while winter can be challenging, it can be beautiful as well.
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Especially when our backyard visitors show up for a nosh.
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We usually see them in the evening, but the other morning these two showed up for breakfast.
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My husband was out front shoveling the driveway…
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And the minute they spotted him?
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Nothing but fluffy white butts.
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My husband’s dream may be coming true.
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Bring an avid collector, one of my guy’s favorite programs is Antiques Roadshow. He watches it religiously, envious of all the people who clean out their attics and find priceless treasure.
While I watch the show and see hundreds of people standing in endless lines in the hot sun, clutching and dragging cumbersome objects, inching forward in slow motion for a mind boggling number of tedious hours, just to spend two minutes with an appraiser who tells them grandma’s objet d’art is a fake…
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My husband sees the lucky 6 out of 6,000 people who have something worthy and simply knows that could be him.
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So when I saw this article in a local paper…
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I decided to give him the chance to be lucky.
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After a bit of research I discovered you don’t pay for tickets, they’re free. The catch is… the only way to get them is to enter a sweepstakes. You sign up, submit your name (one per household) and hope they pick you.
So that’s what I did.
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And since my husband’s birthday is right around the bend, I printed that announcement out and put it in a wrapped gift box.
My fingers are crossed they pick our name… not because I want to stand in line for all those bunion busting hours, but because I love my guy and it would make him happy.
And hey, the blog fodder factor could be off the charts.
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Our farming neighbor across the street has a sense of humor.
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Winter can be long in Maine.
It helps to laugh.
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What is it they say…
Necessity is the mother of invention.
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A squirrel, on a squirrel statue.
It’s not often you find that kind of symmetry in life.
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Anyone else old enough to remember these little torture chamber boxes?
Research was time consuming when I was young.
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Our Coopers Hawk has been visiting the backyard again. He lands on the deck railing, in the apple trees, on the telephone pole and on his very favorite spot…
The bird feeding station.
It’s a shame he dislikes the paparazzi and flies away as soon as he spots me… but I did manage this rather nice photo.
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They’re so beautiful.
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The following is a notice from a Maine church… and while I’m not a religious person, I have to admit God Invented Chocolate is a great advertising gimmick.
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Clever marketing, that.
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Who makes these things?
When I’m craving sweets… I can guarantee you the last thing I’m reaching for is cabbage.
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There.
That’s better…
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We had a beautiful moon the other night so I slipped out to the deck for a few photos.
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Halo time.
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I’m not sure what causes this phenomenon…
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But it sure was pretty.
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In 2016 the state of Maine voted to legalize marijuana. While this would have been a dream come true in my teenage years, after giving it up 4 decades ago I can’t honestly say the decision has affected my life one iota today.
Other than the occasional chuckle while driving.
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Be still my adolescent heart.
I’m old enough to remember rolling my own blunts out of a Ziploc dime bag hidden in my locker…. now there are pot stores on every corner in every town. Seriously, tiny podunk villages that only have a gas station and a post office have marijuana distribution centers. It’s bizarre.
There are so many choices for legalized weed, the stores have to get creative with their advertising to attract customers. Like this place we passed the other day….
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That built a giant leafy Adirondack chair.
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And outlined it with Christmas lights.
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The chronic is alive and well in the state of Maine.
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