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Good winter morning!

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There are a lot of reasons we love living in this house.

It’s in the fabulous state of Maine.

It’s in a small town in the country.

It’s surrounded by good neighbors, as well as horses, goats and chickens.

It has enough elbow room so we don’t have to see those neighbors unless we want to.

It has a steady parade of visiting wildlife.

But best of all?

We have perfect sunrises out the back windows and perfect sunsets out the front.

And when you wake up to this?

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It’s hard to find fault with your world.

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Good morning!

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❤️

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Some winter snaps.

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I’m so glad winter finally showed up. Cold temps and snow! It warms my little menopausal heart, as well as cools off the rest of me.

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There’s the husband shoveling a path to the bird feeders so our feathered friends don’t go hungry. He’s such a good egg.

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We use this table as snow gauge. It piles up so perfectly, how could we not?

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Once the snow caps these boxwood shrubs, the birds take cover underneath. It drives Lord Dudley Mountcatten insane.

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Sunrise over the backyard reveals the deer superhighway.

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We don’t have virgin fresh fallen snow for long.

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❤️ 🦌 ❤️

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News you can’t use.

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Because the world is a ridiculous place.

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This does not surprise me in the least.

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Men have been obsessed with their one eyed trouser snake since the dawn of time, and now we have proof.

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Why this particular fellow thought his penis would be an appropriate weapon against a charging leopard…. I’m sure I don’t know.

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I can just hear the hippo now… “needs salt”.

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And in case you’re in the mood to let the girls run free?

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Get thee to Cape Cod and jump on a ferry.

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Nantucket winters can be a bit brisk, so be careful you don’t take anyone’s eye out with a quick turn.

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Now there’s something you don’t see everyday.

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Walruses. They have no shame…

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Residents of Scarborough, England were thrilled when a walrus decided to visit their town. The creatures rarely venture that far south and the 2,000 pound oddity became an instant tourist attraction. Families brought their children to see the colossal beast and even gave him an appropriate walrus name…. Thor.

What could go wrong?

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Funny you should ask….

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Onlookers apparently saw a lot more of Thor than they bargained for.

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File that tidbit of trivia away for future use. You can thank me later.

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A beautiful way to wake up.

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We had a small amount of the white stuff last night and crazy as it sounds, it was the first to actually stick on the ground this winter.

In celebration of that I thought I would share a few glimpses out our windows this morning…. because sunrise over snow is pretty damned spectacular.

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After I posted a few of these to Facebook, I saw our farming neighbor had posted some as well. Here’s his shot, with our house and barn in the background.

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De-Christmasing.

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Since I hadn’t heavily decorated the inside of our house for the holidays in a few years… I’d forgotten what a time sucking nightmare it was to put everything away.

Three days after I started…

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With help from Lord Dudley Mountcatten…. I was done.

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And after buying a fresh cut ( I use that term loosely) tree from a roadside stand instead of cutting our own as we usually do, I’m seriously cursing needle drop again.

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While I do love a real Christmas tree…

( Note the lack of snow and abundance of green grass in our yard. In Maine. In January! 😠 )

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I do not love clogging up my vacuum with 20lbs of dry needle droppings. Though I have to admit, it does smell wonderful.

How about you?

Are you de-Christmased yet?

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It’s official, I’ve seen everything now.

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As you know, I do not camp. While I love spending time in the great outdoors… my idea of roughing it is a condo with one bathroom. That being said, I can’t honestly say I’ve given much thought to the logistics of answering the call of nature in the wild.

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But clearly someone has.

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Aren’t you glad I share these treasures?

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The Crap Strap.

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Can’t say this fellow looked too enthused, but then I wouldn’t want to be photographed in that position either.

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A perfectly revolting Christmas Eve.

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I’m sure I’m not the only who’ll be complaining today as it seems the entire United States was slammed by what they called a bomb cyclone event yesterday.

The wind? Insane. It gusted almost 70mph at our house.

The rain? A deluge that flooded roads, businesses, and homes.

Our nightmare started yesterday at 8:00am just as I was about to step into the shower. Bam! No power. Which meant no shower, sandwiches for lunch and dinner and an epic 13 hour gin rummy tournament by flashlight. Temperatures during the day were mild with a high of 52 degrees, but by nightfall it was frigid.

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Thankfully we have a fireplace…. and while it won’t heat the whole house, it did manage to keep the living room at 58 degrees when the outside temperature dropped to 7. Of course my husband the Marine runs the operation.

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Which means throwing giant logs on the top to get it truly blazing.

This does not always end well.

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Because sometimes the logs revolt and pop back out. Giant cloud of smoke, sparks that burned the carpet? You betcha!

But as we sat in the dark enjoying the smell of smoke and scorched Berber, the fun was just beginning. Yes, just as we were about to call it a day and go to bed… shingles started lifting and literally flying off the roof. We watched them sail into the backyard, the neighbor’s driveway and the road. Good times!

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Or not as it turns out.

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Five new leaks as of this morning.

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Did I mention Lord Dudley Mountcatten is utterly terrified of the fire? Positively and absolutely. He fled to the furthest reaches of our bedroom and cried nonstop. Which meant instead of sleeping on the relative warmth of the living room couch, I had to snuggle his highness in the frigid bedroom all night and got no sleep whatsoever because to top it all off? Our neighbor’s wood stove caught fire at midnight.

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Thankfully no one was hurt.

It’s 1:00pm now and we’ve been without power for 29 hours. I haven’t slept nor showered and just discovered it’s not easy to make tea and toast in a fireplace. I have to say …. I’m more than ready to fill the house with electric current. This pioneer woman thing is getting old.

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Here are a few pics I grabbed from friends.

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Our little downtown park.

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Not sure if you can tell, but the water is right under the bridge.

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Yikes!

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You’re looking at a pier and a parking lot. Or rather, you should be.

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We may be cold, dirty and hungry… but I’m still glad we don’t live there.

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Lake Wow-aby continued…

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For a place we never knew existed and just happily stumbled upon, it was more than a pleasant surprise.

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Lake Willoughby, 5 miles long with a max depth of 325 feet. A glacial lake parked between two fjord like mountains in Westmore Vermont.

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The path around the south end was easy walking and well marked.

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With some seriously beautiful views.

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The little beach was tiny, but I imagine it’s packed with swimmers in the summer.

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The boardwalk was a nice addition as the ground was a bit soggy.

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Shame it was so cold and windy, I could easily have pulled up a stump and relaxed here for hours.

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Even the stairs were kind.

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If you’re ever in the area check it out.

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And don’t forget your camera.

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Lake Willoughby.

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The undiscovered country is always the best.. and when we travel, we love nothing more than stumbling upon a place we never knew existed.

Enter Lake Willoughby in Vermont.

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Imagine randomly picking a road to travel home and finding this.

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Not being in any hurry, we stopped.

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And groaned at the bad grammar.

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But bad spelling aside…. wow.

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There was a path that ran alongside part of the lake and though I wasn’t dressed for hiking, I happily headed out.

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This is a glacial lake and every part of it was glorious.

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My pictures don’t really do it justice, but in spots the colors were positively surreal.

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The wind was ripping and I couldn’t feel my nose, but we pressed on.

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Being careful not to trample any seedlings.

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Mountains, rocks and a glacial lake.

Yes please.

To be continued…

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