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Antique show treasures

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The husband and I were driving to the grocery store the other day when he saw a sign for an antique show at the fairgrounds. And when my husband sees a sign for antiques?

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We spend the next 3 hours in drafty barns searching for treasure and endlessly gabbing with dealers.

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This little cart was sweet.

The $850 price tag? Not so much.

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Deer antler cribbage board? I’ll pass.

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Vintage clown with gaping open mouth ready to swallow your soul?

Hell no!

But the other half couldn’t leave empty handed.

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So we came home with an antique Boston milk crate with metal hinges and lock ..

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And a bottle of pain expeller with original box and insert.

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49% alcohol? That will cure what ails you.

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I mean really, just look how happy this woman was.

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Even trees need a haircut.

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Fall is tree pruning time and since our two mature apples and one small crabapple were in desperate need, we hired a professional arborist.

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That’s him tackling the out of control crabapple.

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And that’s him strapped onto a branch thinning out our (probably 45 year old) Macintosh.

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There were branches everywhere by the end of the day.

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Which made me glad clean up was included in the price.

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Crabapple before, with a 2×4 holding up a broken section.

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Crabapple after. It looks positively naked, but he assured us it would fill back in nicely next spring.

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Mature apples before.

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Mature apple trees after. The lighting is bad, but trust me… they were thinned out considerably and are probably breathing a sigh of relief as we speak.

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The arborist was here for 5 hours and did a wonderful job trimming and cleaning up. He even raked the lawn.

(The pear tree was also pruned, but I forgot to snap pics.)

Cost?

$400…. which I think was very reasonable.

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Of porcupines and bloggers who attempt to copy their look.

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I often cruise the Facebook page of the wilderness rehab where we donated apples. They do wonderful work with wounded animals, and I like to check on the progress of the little guys we saw on our visit. This time I stumbled across a photo of ‘Pinky’ enjoying the fruit from our trees.

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Now that makes my heart swell.

And speaking of swelling…

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Today’s acupuncture treatment found 19 pins in my injured knee… and I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say my pain has decreased by a good 30% since starting this prickly journey.

Looking like a porcupine twice a week?

That’s just an added bonus.

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Happy November

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Temperatures are dropping, as are all the pretty autumn leaves. Late fall is setting in and winter won’t be far behind. Pumpkins will be tossed … but before you do, consider this:

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Critters love pumpkins. And if you aren’t blessed with chickens? Please cut them in half and toss them in your nearest woods. Many creatures can’t cut through the rind, but they love the juicy interior.

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Funny, and very true. I’ve never canned a single thing in my life and don’t intend to start now.

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If you’re tempted to wear these on Thanksgiving? Please… for the love of all that’s holy… post pictures.

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Dudley photo dump

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Because we love him and he’s simply too cute.

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Walkies are still proceeding nicely. And though I haven’t had to scramble up a tree after him again….

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That doesn’t mean he’s not thinking about it.

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And like the rest of us, Lord Dudley Mountcatten has put on a few extra Covid pounds. He used to be able to slink under this shelf, now he just gets stuck half way in.

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I’m not sure why, but Dudley will walk around the barn…

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But will never get on the porch. If I pick him up and put him there? He jumps down as if burned.

Conclusion: Cats be weird.

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And tired.

The beast must sleep 19 hours of every day. If I sound jealous, it’s because I am.

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I love my town.

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This week’s headlines from my little corner of the world.

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It’s duck season in Maine, so you can’t blame the poor bird for trying to find safe water.

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Not being a fan of eggs, I refuse to give this pie the recognition they believe it deserves.

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There you have it. A one of a kind chicken conveyance.

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Keep grandma off the streets!

Buy jam.

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We have chicken neighbors, but the rude things never drop by.

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More random nonsense.

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With Thanksgiving right around the bend, my mind naturally turns to food. Visions of a glistening, perfectly roasted, juicy bird take center stage… and I can guarantee you it’s not this kind.

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A plant based turkey?

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An already stuffed with God knows what plant based turkey?

Not on my holiday table.

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Backyard color.

(Disclaimer-this pic was taken before the N’Or Easter. The wind stripped her bare)

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But yes, the burning bushes are burning.

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I have to ask… wouldn’t duct tape work just as well?

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten doesn’t care.

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I’ve always found this to be true.

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Another gutter installation goes wrong.

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Out of nowhere my husband decided this section of gutter need to be replaced. And as usual, it didn’t go well.

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When my other half works? OSHA cringes…

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And my flowers die.

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All was well until they got to the downspout.

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It was crooked.

And leaking.

And kept coming apart.

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When they reached for the screws and caulk?

I had to go inside before my eyes rolled up so far in my head they wouldn’t come back down.

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I finally have proof.

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Remember when I asked if anyone in our town wanted some apples on Facebook a while back?

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And a nice woman with two children came over to harvest some of the bonanza?

Well, she left me a nice surprise in the mailbox the other day.

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A jar of homemade applesauce. And while that was thoughtful enough? The best part was this…

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Proof of awesomeness to show my husband. … because for some reason he never believes me when I tell him.

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Harvest time.

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Autumn is the traditional season of harvest. Pumpkins, apples, squash. But yours truly prefers the liquid version…

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Harvest Sangria!

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This drink is da bomb and I’m not ashamed to say I had three with lunch the other day.

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Looking out the extremely dirty window is some fall foliage on the river, an old mill and the historic bridge the town keeps trying to replace.

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Inside there was a calamari appetizer with orange hoisin sauce to share, a crab roll for me….

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And seafood scampi with scallops, shrimp and mussels for the hubs.

Life is good.

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