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My husband has a bad habit of leaving the little barn/shed doors open in the summer. He thinks he’s airing it out and cooling it off but in actuality all he’s doing is this:
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Giving momma and baby chucks another area to explore.
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And chew.
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They seem to enjoy it.
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Though if they start chewing tractor wires my husband may have to rethink this habit.
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I call this news you can’t use. And if you can use it? I don’t want to know…
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Somewhere in Miami a man is questioning his Visa bill for a tummy tuck and boob job.
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Take that Swan Lake.
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No comment.
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The odds of finding a blue lobster are one in two million, so finding a yummy orange crustacean?
Wow.
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When there’s a summer thunderstorm on the horizon? We head for the barn porch.
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And if it’s cocktail hour?
We add an adult beverage.
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This particular storm was disappointing as all the good rumbling stayed to the north…
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But the gentle rain brought our old friends the ducks to the backyard and they’re always fun to watch.
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I don’t know how long mallard ducks live but we’ve had this visiting pair for close to 4 years now.
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When there’s rain and puddles? They plop right down and make themselves at home.
❤️
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Finishing the outer loop trail brought us close to the end of our walk.
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Another sculpture.
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That my not a fan of modern art husband had a hard time deciphering. I keep telling him you don’t have to understand art … just enjoy it.
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The lilac gardens were next and though it was a small area ….
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The scent was gloriously large.
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Even she thought so.
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Or maybe she didn’t. It’s hard to tell.
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We really enjoyed the time we spent here. A true hidden oasis in the middle of our state’s capitol.
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I had to laugh that my husband has the old wooden apple press shown on that sign.
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So there you have it.
A full tour of Viles Arboretum.
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Ending with the least expensive and smallest sculpture on offer.
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Nearing the end of our hike there was an old well.
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I’m assuming it had some connection to the old piggery we’d passed.
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The arboretum hosts guest lecturers and holds classes on various nature related topics throughout the year and as you would guess…
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They usually take place outside.
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Though this spot didn’t look like it’s seen any action in a while.
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I’ve been told this is the most popular section of the park.
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And is a favorite for wedding photographs, though to be honest I didn’t find it very impressive.
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The lily of the valley were nice, but heck… my hostas are more impressive than anything they had.
To he continued…
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The pond was smaller than I thought it would be.
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But it had a granite bench to rest my bad knee…
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And a catfish that played with flower blossoms …
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So life was good.
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Said catfish also attacked a snail, but the little shelled gastropod prevailed.
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Moving on from the aquatic MMA….
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We came upon the piggery.
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So named because that’s exactly what it was at the turn of the century.
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Though the sign was a little hard to read.
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Not to mention extremely low to the ground.
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To be continued…
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I have a thing for bumblebees.
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Thankfully the bees have a thing for my rhododendrons.
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When the bushes are in bloom they’re covered with fat fuzzy bumblers…. and I love it!
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I’d love it more if the little darlings would stay still long enough for me to snap a decent blog photograph, but you get the idea.
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Long live the bees!
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An hour and a half in and we were still exploring.
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Which is where we found this mini pyramid.
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It’s basically the same kind of stone my husband used to build my garden bed last year so I suggested perhaps he could build me one of these this year.
He pretended he didn’t hear me, but my memory is long and I have patience.
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Every now and then there was a bench.
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But we were always moving and didn’t dawdle.
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Dappled shade is good for ferns. Add soil too wet to walk over and it’s damn near perfect.
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I have to say I was looking forward to the rhododendron section of the trail. A forest full of rhodies?
Bring it!
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If you’re wondering why the husband looks slightly puzzled? It’s because we were right in the middle of the supposed rhododendron section but didn’t know it.
After doing a 360, you can see why we were confused.
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One bloom does not a collection make.
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Onward. To the pond…
To be continued.
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And we’re walking.
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Or rather, I’m walking and the husband is reading…
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This time about the arboretum’s project to reintroduce the American chestnut tree that was decimated by a fungus.
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They’ve planted hundreds.
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Finished reading, the husband caught up and we entered the woods.
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The trails are well marked and not wanting to miss anything I made sure we did both the inner and outer loops.
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Cool and peaceful.
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Melodic bird song and the gentle swaying of branches.
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And a burl.
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Which some little creature had already hollowed out for his home.
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Out of the woods and back to the meadows.
To be continued….
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I adore early June in Maine.
Daytime temperatures are warm but not hot. Nights are cool and there’s no humidity. The tourists have started to arrive but haven’t yet overwhelmed the state.
But the best part of early June in Maine?
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Rhododendron season. (Please note I have color coordinated my hanging baskets of geraniums… momma didn’t raise no fool)
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We have two large bushes in the front of our house and they never fail to put on a show. They even have it timed so one blooms after the other for a longer burst of color.
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I trimmed this one back last year and was a little worried I’d done it at the wrong time.
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Clearly, I was wrong.
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