It doesn’t surprise that Maine is number one. My in laws were priced out of their oceanfront home decades ago.
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Organic veggies? I can’t argue with that, there are 75 acres worth right across the street.
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Patrick Dempsey is a Maine boy, born and bred. He’s a bit of a hero here as he started and sponsors The Dempsey Challenge…. and participates every year to raise money for cancer on behalf of his sister. Very down to earth and pleasant guy.
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Safe?
I’ll take it.
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Naturally ours is a Stephen King novel, but I probably would have picked a different story.
It’s time for walkies… with a nod to Barbara Woodhouse.
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But when you harness His Lordship? It’s more like sitties.
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And when he spots the red b*tch in a tree?
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It’s a half hour of reclinies.
On another note, WordPress continues with its sometimes pointed congratulations.
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Was that a compliment?
It’s getting hard to tell.
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Since Maine legalized marijuana use? Pot stores are everywhere…on every corner, in every little town. Rural hamlets that don’t even have a gas station will have 3 or 4 weed distributors. It’s bizarre. And with the influx of chronic suppliers I’ve noticed an increase in magic herb related products as well.
Hemp shampoo? I don’t know.
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But Grateful Dead gummies seems a good fit.
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Two baby chucks.
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Squirrel included for size reference.
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In posting about our storm door replacement, I realized I forgot to include the before and afters.
I’ve only seen three baby chucks this year which is unusual as momma tends to have four or five. But one of them is brave and has been scampering off on his own.
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Right up on our deck.
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After a rain shower.
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He was a bit damp and bedraggled.
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And stopped for a quick drink.
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Before heading back home.
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They’re so cute when they’re young and uncoordinated.
I had a good chuckle at some local Maine events recently.
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Whoopie pies are a thing up here. They come in numerous flavors, everyone makes them and everyone loves them. (Except my husband, for reasons I’ve never understood. They’re delightful) And while a wine pairing with whoopies might seem strange to some, it’s perfectly logical to us.
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Cocktails? Yes.
Fried bugs? No.
I’d have to be very, very happy to reach for those.
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Can’t believe I missed this one!
Maine has very few rabbits left in the wild and there are none in my area. I would totally have eaten pastries and cuddled bunnies!