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What’s blooming?

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This weirdo bush was in place when we moved in 20 years ago. It blooms well, in big fuzzy pink blossoms.

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Bees and butterflies love it, so even though it clashes with our red baby barn… it stays.

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In my front bed? A small salvia that doesn’t get any larger year to year but keeps hanging on.

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Then there’s my little daisy.

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She’s so bright and cheerful, I went back to the same nursery later that season and bought two more of her.

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But as you can see, her big sister is large.

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Soooo much larger than they were supposed to be. They don’t even bloom at the same time. Major daisy fail.

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Stone garden border project … day 8.

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Another day, another layer of stone.

It’s back breaking work and though I kept offering to help… I got the look and strolled myself back inside the house.

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Every time I thought he was almost finished, I’d check back to find he’d removed what he previously laid and reworked the section.

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And when he knelt inside the border like that?

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It looked like one very expensive sandbox.

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It means boat.

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Bateau – def. a light flat-bottomed riverboat used in eastern and central North America.

A bateau is a boat, but in my neck of the woods? It’s also a brewery.

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Perched on the river in a turn of the century mercantile building, we met the owners recently and had to check it out. And though the outdoor seating had a great view….

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It was hot, so we opted for indoor.

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Which also had a good waterfront view.

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I liked the vibe, and I liked the beer.

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I did not like the fact that my husband and our friend found the strategically placed cribbage board and left me twiddling my thumbs for an hour .

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But I joined the Maine Beer Trail and checked in accordingly.

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And I drank.

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It was called pucking sour… and it was, with cherry and pomegranate undertones.

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Up close and personal.

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The husband came home from the gas station with something cradled in his hands the other day.

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A perfectly dried and preserved Monarch butterfly he found on top of the gas pump.

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Such delicate, beautiful creatures.

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He (she?) will reside on the auxiliary desk in our home office, with the hummingbird nest a girlfriend gave me and the pig made from nut shells I bought in Chinatown when I was a child.

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Stone garden border project… day 7.

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I’m happy to report it was a dull and uneventful day of stone installation.

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Probably because I stayed in the house. Oh, I was out there bright and early ready to work, but my help was neither needed nor desired.. so I left him to it.

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The border looks great, though it really is a lot smaller than I wanted.

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The perennial bed I had envisioned will have to be dramatically downsized.

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But something is better than nothing and he certainly is doing a good job.

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Miscellaneous drivel.

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As you know, our cat Lord Dudley Mountcatten is spoiled. He is not however, ill mannered.. and never tries to jump on the dining room table during meals. But for those of you who have misbehaving felines? I offer a solution:

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You’re welcome.

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What do you do when a friend recommends a fabulous blueberry vodka but you have no space on your man cave bar shelves?

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You pack them a little tighter and hope the shelves are up for the extra weight.

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We seem to be down to three baby woodchucks from seven. I prefer to think this is a result of momma chuck kicking a few of the kids out of the den and not the result of predation. But this little guy?

He’s still trying to move in with us.

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Does anyone know how to do a rain dance?

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Because we are in desperate need at Casa River.

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Our once beautiful lush green lawn is now brown and crunchy.

Time after time we see thunderstorms roll on by with only a few drops falling on our property.

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So few the baby woodchucks were trying to lap them up off the deck boards last night.

Half our state is experiencing drought conditions and I’m filling our bird bath three times a day. If things don’t change I might have to start providing the ground dwellers with a pool as well.

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How dry and crunchy is our lawn? Even the septic system access is brown and dry.

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If it weren’t for the weeds there would be no green at all.

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Antiquing… and lunatic asylum fencing.

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My vinyl collection is calling for a few more vintage whisky/beer crates so I twisted the husband’s arm and we spent a day antiquing. (You know that’s a lie. He was probably warming up the car while I was still in the shower)

On the way we had lunch at a little farm to table cafe housed in what used to be the Home for the Feeble Minded. It was uninspiring, so no photos. But the grounds at what is now Pinelands Farm are impressive.

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As is their endless mile of fencing.

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Our first stop was a store in a barn. And a beautiful barn it was.

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On the grounds of the owner’s home, it was a lovely place to shop.

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I like our man cave, but found myself knee deep in vintage barn envy at this two hundred year old gem.

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Two full floors of treasure but no wooden crates.

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I was tempted to come home with the Special Scintillator…

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If for no other reason than the name. But the husband vetoed that purchase.

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Onward…

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