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Water is life… part 2.


Thursday morning saw our plumbers back for round 3.



The new submersible pump was fitted, hooked up and sunk in the well.



And the 90 odd feet of water line stuffed back in the hole.



🎶 Whole lotta stuffing going on. 🎶



The end was found and the cover fitted.



With a little sledgehammer persuasion.



The idea of electric wire and water in such close proximity gave me the heebie jeebies, but I’m assured that’s how it’s done.



A new type of filter called a sand trap was installed and purged. We were told our water would be sandy and sediment filled for a few days until the tank and lines clear completely. That filter turned black quickly, so you know what I’ll be doing for a while.



Anyone thirsty?



How about a nice warm bath?



After the plumbers left with $2,500 in their pockets, there was a hole to fill.



The husband, being stubborn, thought he could do it by hand. It was pure mud and weighed a ton.. so I texted our neighbor.



Good neighbors are worth their weight in gold.

And while they were doing that?



I was doing this. Sweeping muddy water into the drain hole…



And dumping purged buckets of nasty brown sediment.



Looks like I’ll be brushing my teeth with bottled water for a while longer.



But… yay!

We have running water again, even if it isn’t potable quite yet. I won’t lie… that first shower was a little strange. But things are clearer today, and by tomorrow we might be able to drink it again.



So let me leave you with a few words of wisdom:

Never underestimate the joy of a flushing toilet.

After 3 days without water? It’s the stuff dreams are made of….


I love my town.


And I love what people post on its Facebook page.



Oh no.

If you see it?  Please tell it we serve a daily and nightly buffet free of charge.



I’m not exactly sure what constitutes ‘groovy’ lamb.

But I’m pretty sure this isn’t it.





Jumping orangey peach colored fish?

Thanks 2020. Like this year wasn’t weird enough.



I have to admit I’d never even heard of letterboxing before.

Sounds like a perfect Covid era activity though.



Normally I’d say friend.

But it’s 2020, for all we know that thing is radioactive.



A giant vacuum cleaner?

Well, yeah.  They want us to social distance…  so just stick the hose end into your local pub and switch her on.

I love my town.

I also love all the ridiculous things people post about on its Facebook page.

In case you were wondering, no one volunteered to remove the stinky little bugger and he was released.



A reasonable response, but hell.

I didn’t even know we had a potato truck!

I showed this to the husband…. but he said there’s no room in the barn.


I don’t know…


I hate when someone beats me to the perfect comment, don’t you?

A chicken plucker!

I’m shivering in avian sympathy.

The very definition of random.


Let’s start with a beautiful picture I snapped the other night when we took a ride up the coast.



Maine summer on the ocean.

You can’t beat it.



Our neighbor invited us over to see their tree house up close and personal.



Yes, the tree adjacent tree house I complained about in my blog a while back.

So… which one of you weasels ratted me out?



Or rather, the death of them… is driving me to drink.



Real delicious?

Make the next one a double.



Grocery store bouquets.



Because sometimes a girl just has to buy herself flowers.



Socks… for my table?

Wonder if the dryer will eat those as well.


And finally, because you know I couldn’t resist….



You’re welcome.

Well that clears things up.


I’m shamefully reposting this from our town’s Facebook page because it captures the dynamic perfectly.

Want to find out who the idiots are in your community?

Join your town’s “Friends and Family” or local group page. The gossips, the curmudgeons, the do gooders, the righteously offended…. they’re all actively posting and making asses out of themselves on a regular basis.

Read on and tell me you don’t recognize a few of these people.



How many Facebook group members does it take to change a light bulb?


1 to change the light bulb and to post that the light bulb has been changed.

14 to share similar experiences of changing light bulbs and how the light bulb could have been changed differently.

7 to caution about the dangers of changing light bulbs.

17 purists who use candles and are offended by light bulb discussions.

6 to argue over whether it’s ‘lightbulb’ or ‘light bulb’.

Another 6 to condemn those 6 as stupid.

22 to tell THOSE 6 to stop being a***holes.

2 industry professionals to inform the group that the proper term is ‘lamp’.

15 know-it-alls who claim that they were in the industry and that ‘light bulb’ is perfectly correct.

49 to post memes and GIFs (several are of Michael Jackson eating popcorn with the words added: “I’m just here for the comments.”)

19 to post that this page is not about light bulbs and to please take this discussion to a light bulb page.

11 to defend the posting to this page saying that we all use light bulbs and therefore the posts are relevant here.

24 to discuss the merits of LED/swirly fluorescent light bulbs

44 to claim LED and fluorescent bulbs will kill you.

12 to post the letter “F”.

8 to ask what F means.

7 to post ‘Following’ despite the 3 dots at the top right that mean you don’t have to.

3 to say “can’t share”.

2 to reply “can’t share from a closed group”.

36 people to post photos of their own light bulbs.

15 people to post “I can’t see S$%^!” and use their own light bulbs.

6 to report the post or privately message an admin/moderator because someone said “f÷×$”

4 to say “Didn’t we go through this already a short time ago?”.

13 to say “Do a Google search on light bulbs before posting questions about light bulbs”.

1 to bring politics into the discussion by adding that (insert politician of choice) isn’t the brightest bulb. This usually takes place within the first three comments.

50 more to get into personal attacks over their political views.

3 to state sanctimoniously that this is supposed to be a friendly Facebook group and that all of this petty nonsense is a result of people abandoning courtesy.

5 admins to ban the posters who were insulting.

3 who come up with a conspiracy theory about light bulbs which either involves them catching Coronavirus or that they will fry their brains.

1 late arrival to comment on the original post 6 months later and start it all over again.



Because it was free.


That was his reason for coming home with this:



He saw it on the side of the road on his way home from Lowes.



Imagine it.

Someone no longer wanted this filthy, faded, and broken in two places crab sand box.



The husband thought one of our neighbor’s kids would want it, which was thoughtful.

But guess what?

None of them did.

So it shouldn’t surprise you that this is where it ended the day.




It started out innocently enough…..


This week’s harvest from our neighbor’s CSA yielded  scallions, cabbage, beets, Swiss chard, basil, parsley, garlic scapes, a tomato, a zucchini and raspberries.



Needless to say the raspberries were demolished with ice cream the first night and since we craved more, we headed across the road to their farm stand.



I can’t say I’ve ever seen a tractor trailer box renovated into a turquoise and gold farm stand…



But hey, it works.



Fairy tale eggplant?

There are so many off color jokes I could make right now my brain is threatening to explode.

And in case you’re wondering how the veggies don’t bake in the heat?



Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Just as we were about to leave, our neighbor’s daughters showed us all of her father’s left over apple trees. He’d planted as many as he could for his new orchard and didn’t want the rest.



You know where this is going…. right?

Free trees?






It’s been 100 degrees in the shade, the ground is solid concrete because we haven’t had any rain for weeks… and my husband wants to plant more trees.

Stay tuned.






Fog is such an ethereal thing…. and for me, it’s usually hard to capture a good photograph.




But the other evening I looked out our front door….




And the strangest low lying patch of fog had enveloped our farming neighbors.




We had none at our house across the street.




But theirs was impressive.




And as the sun started to set…..




The colors began to change.




Orange and yellow fog.




A beautiful sight.

Country living perks.


We live in a rural area of Maine…. and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Peace and quiet.

Visiting wildlife.

And beautiful scenery.

Some days more than others…



Living across the road from an organic vegetable farm has it’s benefits.



And fresh veggies aren’t the half of it.



Right now, the poppies are in bloom.



Glorious, riotous bloom.



And I’m enjoying every minute of it.



I mean really….



How can you not?


CSA Week 3 and 4… because I forgot and you probably don’t care anyway.


Our half share of the 3rd CSA from our neighbor was a lovely assortment.




Swiss chard, white radishes, green leaf lettuce, carrots, mesclun mix, spinach, cucumber, basil and ….




What I thought was parsley.




But turned out to be chervil. If nothing else, I’m learning a lot about green things this summer.

With those fresh ingredients, it was spinach salad with apples, radish, mushroom and purple onion for dinner.




Yes, I like a little parm on top as well.




A bright berry mixed green salad was dinner the next night.




Week 4 saw the family we split with out of town, so we received the entire share.




And that’s a big bag of veg.




Zucchini, turnip, cucumber, mustard greens, parsley, carrots, mesclun mix, parsnip, spinach, lemon basil, butterhead lettuce and cilantro.




Not being fennel fans, we passed that and the dreaded cilantro off to a friend.

But ooh la la!




Fresh aromatic lemon basil meant from scratch marinade…




For delicious grilled chicken breasts that night.




Recipe below if anyone is interested.