I haven’t written a front porch progress report lately because we had a good bit of rain and a few days of serious yard work that stalled construction temporarily.
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But the husband is back at it… deciding that old warped middle frame board he tried so hard to save needed to be replaced after all.
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New boards …
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New braces…
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He’s making his way down the line.
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And started playing with the new composite decking .
Along with all our other wild visitors we have raccoons, but since they arrive at night I’m rarely able to photograph them.
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Until the other evening when a pair showed up before sunset.
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They really are characters.
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Such expressive faces…
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And those dexterous little paws!
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These little fatties shimmy right up the center pole, knock the suet cages to the ground then empty them at their leisure. Those paws can open anything.
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I was hoping they’d do it while I was filming but no such luck. Seeing their big butts hanging upside down eating the orioles grape jelly is a riot.
Boothbay Harbor is a lovely little town to explore.
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And nestled down near the water we found a new purveyor of beer.
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Footbridge brewing is small and quirky.
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And they don’t take themselves too seriously..
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It’s a laid back, rustic space.
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And as with any new brewery we visit, we sampled a flight.
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But as much as we wanted to, we can’t really recommend their product. Flat and tasteless, their beer needs a lot of tweaking.
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Giant googly eyes aside.
Just as we were about to leave, a fellow Marine joined us at the bar and a 45 minute conversation ensued. Thankfully for me there was a small cocktail list.
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And a poison apple kept me occupied.
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I’d never had Reaper’s Revenge before but oh my. It’s a spicy cinnamon liqueur that made my tongue tingle happily while my husband endlessly chatted.
After our brewery visit we drove out to East Boothbay….
Mine Oyster is an oceanfront restaurant in Boothbay Harbor, Maine.
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It’s large, two storied with multiple dining rooms, a raw bar and a dance floor. …
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There are three outdoor seating areas. If you’ve been here before, you know to walk upstairs, take a right, and find the door behind the bar.
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It’s rustic, but has the best views in the harbor.
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Ahhh…
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Summer, on the coast of Maine.
It doesn’t get much better than this.
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We hadn’t been to the Oyster for a while so we were thrilled to see the new, improved and much enlarged menu(s).
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Blueberry mojito?
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Don’t mind if I do.
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Mine Oyster’s food used to be alright, but nothing rave worthy. Thankfully that’s changed.
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Our appetizers of herb butter basted grilled scallops on saffron creamed corn with crispy prosciutto as well as the jerk shrimp with hot honey were… in a word… amazing.
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Tequila sunrise? Why not.
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Along with the stunning views…
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Came my husband’s lobster with saffron cream and fresh basil over fettuccini. Ooh la la! Rich, decadent and divine.
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For me? A right regular fry up done to perfection. Clams and jumbo shrimp with batter as light and crisp as the ocean air.
We have almost 3 acres of carefully tended mown lawn. So naturally when I take Lord Dudley Mountcatten outside, he heads straight for the barren patch of dirt under our bird feeders.
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Yes, the bird viewing is up close and personal there…
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But the main reason is he likes to roll.
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The birds eat there. As do the woodchucks, the raccoons, the ducks, the fox and the deer.
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So many good stinky smells in which to cover himself.
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Sigh.
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Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.