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If you only do one thing when you visit southern Maine…

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Make sure it’s the Ogunquit Cliff Walk. There’s no better way to leisurely experience the Maine coast and you’ll get some exercise to boot. A definite win win.

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The 1.25 mile walk starts alongside a waterfront hotel with pristine fencing and gardens.

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Turn the corner, and the Atlantic Ocean beckons.

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Maine isn’t known for large resorts, we’re more of a bed and breakfast state, but the Anchorage By the Sea is well named.

You can’t get much closer to the ocean than that.

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Most of Maine’s beaches are rocky, but Wells… the neighboring town… has plenty of sand.

The Cliff Walk is fully paved and easy to traverse…. and did I mention there are rocks?

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When you marry a billy goat like my husband, rocks are never left unexplored.

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I can’t say enough good things about the beauty of this place and it’s hardly a surprise Ogunquit was an artist colony at the turn of the 20th century.

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Nature is a wonderous thing…. but sometimes she struggles to survive.

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Shame we need to be reminded of that…

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There are numerous memorial benches scattered here and there along the path…

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Perfect spots for quiet reflection and contemplation.

To be continued…

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What’s blooming?

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I love this time of year in Maine. It’s warm but not hot, we have ample rain and things are blooming everywhere you look.

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Pansies are always the first things I plant in pots. They’re frost tolerant and because that can still happen at the end of May here … they’re a safe bet.

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Lilacs!

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We have two massive bushes that reach for the sky… taller than our roof. It’s fabulous!

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One white, one dark purple. I wish WordPress had Smell o Vision…. because trust me peeps, it is seriously fragrant up in here.

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I planted my annual marigold rotation in front of the mini barn last week.

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And some color coordinated geraniums next to the bulkhead doors.

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Blowing and sucking.

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There was a little of both at Chez River recently… but not the kind you might think.

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The blowing was in the form of a new window air conditioner we bought to replace our previous old as dirt unit. $500 and a broken back later it was installed and ready for summer. Someday someone will explain to me why these things have to weigh as much as an African elephant.

While this new a/c is more powerful and quieter than the last, I admit I was not happy with the left handed cord placement. I’m an inveterate cord hider and this monster is one inch too short to plug behind the antique radio to the left and two inches too short to swing around the corner behind the arm chair on the right … so this is the horror I must live with for the next few months.

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Sigh.

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Even Lord Dudley disapproves.

As for the sucking…

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Yesterday morning heralded the arrival of the poop truck.

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And it’s extremely long, highly suspect caca hose.

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The less said about this process the better.

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Random skies and sammies.

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Woke up this morning to an odd light in our front yard.

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The sun was shining through little peaks in the clouds and it was positively eerie.

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This being Sunday, it was my day to cook for the weekly man cave pool tournament… but this time, I took your advice.

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Fresh ham salad and chicken salad sandwiches on flaky croissants.

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With fruit plate accompaniment. Pretty… and so much less time consuming.

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Our cat is weird.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten enjoys his outdoor time, though he’s still restricted to the leash. Our walking excursions usually consist of me standing and him sitting, but fresh air is fresh air and now that the weather is warming up he’s constantly howling to be taken into the great outdoors. Does he avidly explore his environs?

No…

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He face plants on the lawn and stays that way. His Lordship is an odd bird, what can I say?

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Walking a cat can be challenging, predominately because they don’t actually want to walk.

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They want to crawl under things and sit which leaves me with a plethora of butt shots.

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Free, to pee.

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I didn’t pee on my garden before I read this, but rest assured I shall be passing it along to my husband who has been known to relieve himself off the barn porch.

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I have never in my life urinated on a lawn and I don’t plan to start now. But men can be very dog like when it comes to marking their territory as evidenced by this photo of a conspicuous patch of dead lawn adjacent to the barn porch.

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Apparently that goes for grass as well.

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