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A very liquid Saturday.

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It started out innocently enough. We needed to replace my husband’s keg in the man cave and the store where we bought the first one was out.

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So we went straight to the source, Allagash brewery in Portland… where we discovered they wouldn’t accept their keg and return our deposit because we hadn’t purchased it there. They also wanted $100 deposit on a new keg and since the brewery is an hour away, we said to hell with it and just settled down to drink.

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At 11:00 in the morning. Don’t judge.

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Since Covid, they’ve built a large outdoor pavilion…. and we happily sampled some drafts.

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A good time was had…

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As were beer cheese dip and pretzels.

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This Belgian dubbel called Foliage Report was especially tasty.

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As we drank, a giant black limo pulled up and discharged a group of similarly dressed young men. I’m guessing it was a brewery hopping bachelor party (Maine has the largest number of craft breweries in the country. Is it any wonder I live here?) and thought that was a great idea.

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On our way out we had to hit the brew store…

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And purchased 2 four packs of that fabulous seasonal dubbel. 2 four packs? $24.

Yikes!

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And since the day was young…..

To be continued.

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The final sightings.

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We haven’t seen a woodchuck for weeks now.

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And while my flower gardens are sighing in relief…

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I have to admit I miss the fat little buggers.

( note – spellcheck always changes buggers to nuggets… and is that really better? )

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It’s ironic that now the ground is littered with apples from our trees, the apple munchers have left the building.

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This is the fourth year in a row we’ve had a woodchuck family move in.

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So I guess we’ll say so long chuckers.

( which spellcheck changes to chiclets every damn time )

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See you next year.

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Random nonsense

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While I’ve been known to enjoy some oddly flavored beer …

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That’s a hearty no from me. Pretzels belong in a bowl on the bar… to make you thirsty for more beer… not in the bottle you’re drinking. Blech!

For the first time in over a year, I lost a game of Scrabble to my husband. But in my defense?

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Even Noah Webster would have a hard time with those letters.

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We had a nice rain storm pass through recently so the husband and I took to the barn porch with adult beverages. He was interested to see if his leaky gutter repair worked ( it did ) and if his strategically placed rock ( which I told him was too small ) would protect the lawn from a rain induced pothole. ( it partially did )

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And in case you’re wanting a piece of jewelry to commemorate the shit show of the last year?

I have just the thing.

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You’re welcome.

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A little backyard color.

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I’m going to bore you with more autumn photos.

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Because even walking around the backyard is lovely during this season.

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Blueberry bushes aren’t very attractive most of the year, but the red is pretty striking now.

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And you’ll be happy to know the un-manning of the man cave porch continues… with 5 chrysanthemums and two pumpkins complementing the wreath.

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Apples?

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Our trees are bursting with more than we can use. But why are the best ones always so damned high up?

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The last of the chucks.

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The woodchucks have left the building.

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After momma chuck and her spring brood of voracious garden nibblers cut a swath of destruction through my flower gardens this spring….

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And fattened up quickly at our all you can eat buffet this summer….

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They have now moved on to where ever the hell it is woodchucks go in the fall.

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And all I’m left with is empty flower pots and leftover photos to sort through.

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They’re all heart.

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I’m not a fan of artichokes. I mean really, who has the time?

But I am a fan of the Jerusalem artichokes our farming neighbor across the road grows every year.

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Because when they blossom in the fall?

They are a seriously impressive sight.

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Human in far left corner for scale.

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When your flowers tower over the harvesting truck?

That’s a damned impressive bloom.

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Random drivel.

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Autumn is here and it’s by far my favorite time of year. Crisp air, brightly colored foliage, pumpkins, apples… what’s not to love?

Of course if you’re my husband, who just spent countless thousands turning his barn into a man cave, you might not fully embrace the season.

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Because nothing says ‘private domain of men’ more than a strategically placed fall wreath.

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And speaking of turning leaves….

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Ours are just beginning to put on a show. It’s the season I starting twitching for a road trip to the mountains. Whether that will happen is still up for debate.

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Weren’t expecting that?

Neither was I, but it popped up on my FB feed all the same.

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A photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten meeting my new toy. He was not impressed, but I am.

Since blowing out my knee last year, getting on all fours to scrub the kitchen floor has been a no no. Enter the Bissell steam mop. Cheap and surprisingly efficient.

How well did it clean the floor?

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So well that I literally gasped at how filthy it had become.

In my defense, I mopped right after a rain storm and had to erase an artful array of the husband’s muddy boot prints, but still.

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