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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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https://downeast.com/our-towns/sweet-fleeting-season/

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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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It’s that time of year.

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The time of year Mainers go absolutely bat shit crazy over a tiny unfurled fern frond.

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The season is short and anxiously awaited. Foraging sites are secret and passed down from one generation to another.

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Cleaning methods are also hotly debated.

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Personally? I can’t stand the slimy little things… I don’t care how you cook them, they taste like swamp. But that’s okay, it just means there are more for you.

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Catching up with backyard visitors.

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Just some random photos I cleared off my camera the other day.

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This was the last sighting of our blue eyed fawn from last year.

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Photos were taken in January and though we’ve seen some full grown deer this month, it’s hard to tell if he’s among them.

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Can you see the visitor in this pic?

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It’s a Red Tail Hawk who uses our backyard as his hunting ground.

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Close proximity to the bird feeders makes for some tasty dove nuggets.

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He’s a young hawk and is still mastering his technique.

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While it’s hard to see piles of feathers litter the ground, these birds of prey really are fabulous creatures. And if he swoops down and claims a certain red rodent….. I can’t say I’ll be heartbroken.

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A little bird told me.

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The husband came home with yet another one of those free newspapers he picks up at the store every time he sees them. He really can’t help himself. But instead of the usual meaningless drivel, this publication had a few interesting factoids.

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A 15 inch flake? That’s almost as wide as Paris Hilton.

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We have Winnie to thank for OMG? Who knew.

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Well, alright then.

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I have no explanation for that whatsoever.

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And now my mind is truly blown.

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