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And he thought furniture shopping was bad…

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Since my husband balked at the price tag of the carpet I chose and thought it would be easy to find a comparable replacement, we shopped.

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And shopped, and shopped.

And then shopped some more.

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The man had no idea how many different beige carpets existed… and I was determined to show him each and every one.

Textured, tonal, sculptured, Berber.

Wool, nylon, polyester, olefin.

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There was even a line devoted to pet accidents.

But not a single one held a candle to my original choice.

The search continues…

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Can you see him?

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No, it hasn’t snowed again… but I realized I forgot to post these photos after our last storm so bear with me.

Can you see him?

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How about now?

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That’s our resident Coopers Hawk sitting in the apple tree waiting for lunch to fly by.

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The speed at which he snatched a dove out of the air astounded me … as I had my phone camera pointed right at him when it happened and still didn’t manage to catch the shot.

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Here’s a blurry pic of him sitting on top of his lunch for a split second before he flew away to eat in peace.

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April showers result…

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We’ve had nothing but rain and gloomy skies for weeks… so when the sun finally put in an appearance?

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We were rewarded.

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This was a strange rainbow as it was quite low on the horizon…

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But it certainly didn’t dim the beauty.

And since I was standing at the open back door to take pictures, I asked the husband to keep watch over His Lordship so he didn’t slip past me to freedom.

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You can guess how that went.

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Though it did provide me with a nice photo of my two favorite men under a rainbow.

❤️

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I think I hear it screaming for a rug.

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Now that I’ve filled the new hutch and dressed the new table, some proper pictures.

The before…

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The after…

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If you’re a wood lover like us, you’d love this table.

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The grain swirls are marvelous.

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I have to admit the custom made Amish hutch turned out a lot darker than I hoped.

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And since the new floor is also darker than I thought it would be…

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I believe a bright new rug is in our future.

Did you notice my prominent placement of the family silver?

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This is going to be an utter nightmare to dust and keep polished, so place your bets on how long I can ( or want ) to keep this look.

The before…

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The after…

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Ceiling, beam, floor, baseboard moulding, back door and dining room furniture replaced… and to think it only took 7 months.

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We’re waiting on the living room furniture delivery now. They promised 6-7 weeks but you know how that goes…

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Only in Maine…

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I love my state for many reasons.

Scenic beauty, fresh seafood and a huge selection of craft breweries to name a few.

But it’s the bizarre and completely quirky things that constantly reaffirm its perfection to me.

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No.

I’m not making this up.

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It positively screams for a meme.

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No doubt.

At least the male dorms…

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Perhaps the word crotch didn’t have the same connotation back then.

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And because I always do my due diligence when blogging about strange things, I punched “Katie’s Crotch Road” into my map app.

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It does indeed exist.

Though my iPhone seems a little puritanical when it comes to spelling.

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Choking the cherry.

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During our last N’or Easter, my poor choke cherry tree took a hit.

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It’s an old ragged tree that was here when we moved in 20 years ago, but the blooms are lovely in the spring and the cherries are bright red in the fall… even if they are inedible.

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With all the rain and melting snow we’ve had, the high wind busted off quite a few limbs.

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So my husband went out to deal with the mess.

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And disturbed a few woodchucks who were sunning themselves on the stone wall in the process.

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It’s been a while since my husband has fired up the chain saw.

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And the fumes were toxic.

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But once the air cleared, my poor tree got a trim.

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And the wood shed got a pile of cherry.

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