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Because we need all the smiles we can get these days.
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Thank you Canada. This was long overdue.
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It’s like they were peeping in my windows.
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These are the type of things I clip and save, smiling at the creativity. I think it goes without saying I’ll never actually do it myself.
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Maine?
They nailed it.
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It’s Maine.
It’s autumn.
No commentary necessary, just enjoy.
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Autumn in New England. The pumpkins, the apples, the brightly colored foliage. You really can’t beat it.
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Nice try Florida, but you’re not even close.
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The poor man has been eating tofu burgers and kale sausage… can you really blame him?
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Gee, here’s an idea…. how about cleaning the litter box you freakin’ idiot.
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I think the parent foxes have booted the kids out of the den. They’re here every evening now.
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My husband came home hot, tired and grumpy after his 14 hour long adventure at Todd’s Farm flea market in Massachusetts. (Why did he feel the need to travel two and half hours out of state to divest himself of treasure? Because we’d been there years ago and it was an impressive array of antiques with lots of wealthy buyers.) He had visions of selling everything for big bucks and coming home with an empty truck.
This did not happen, much to his… and most certainly my… chagrin.
From the start, the crowd was small. And those who were shopping didn’t seem to be buying.
Anything.
From anyone. The husband was set up next to a veteran antique dealer who agreed it was a horrible day. Interestingly enough, he also said it was a horrible week, month and year.
Wouldn’t you know it? Just when my crap collecting spouse finally decides to get rid of some crap… the crap market bottoms out. He spoke to a dozen dealers as well as a large cross section of pickers making the rounds and they all said the same thing. The secondary antique market in New England is sick, dying, and pretty much dead.
Don’t get me wrong, hubby managed to sell probably a quarter of what he took… but he didn’t get anywhere near the prices he asked, and was surprised that it was all the low end items that sold. The nice, unique pieces returned home with him.
As did the beast. That 200 lb monstrosity of a scale I had to help him move… again.
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And damn it, now it’s right alongside my car in the garage.
Husband was disappointed, but not quite ready to give up. He plans to try again at a flea market closer to home which is probably a good thing…. because since I refused to let all the crap back in the house, the table he set up to store it in front of the Harley is making parking in the garage a bit tight.
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He did surprise me with one item though.
The wicker love seat his sister left in our barn 12 years ago. She didn’t want it and told him to get rid of it over a decade ago.
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He finally did.
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When your husband is newly retired and it’s a beautiful spring day? You take a drive along the Maine coast just because you can.
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Cape Porpoise is a small village in the town of Kennebunkport on the southern coast.
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It’s quintessentially Maine and therefore ruggedly beautiful.
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No words necessary, just enjoy the ride.
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Is it any wonder we live in this state?
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Part two of Mother Nature’s amazing foliage display along the Kancamagus Highway.
No narrative required.
( And if you’ve never experienced autumn in New England? What the hell are you waiting for! )
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Now tell me your blood pressure didn’t just drop.
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I’m going to post a collection of photos today. I took them this weekend as we were driving the Kancamagus in New Hampshire.
The Kanc is a 36 mile swath of highway cut right through the White Mountains… and this time of year? It’s beyond stunning.
The pictures speak for themselves, so I’ll be quiet and let you enjoy the splendor that is autumn in New England.
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A side note – We weren’t the only ones enjoying peak foliage season that day. And in all my years of peeping leaves in this area? I’ve never seen so many people line the roads to gawk. At times traffic was at a dead stop.
All Hail Mother Nature!
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And now, experience it in real time.
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To be continued..
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Fall.
Autumn in New England.
Cooler temps, brightly colored leaves, pumpkins and yes…
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An abundance of apples from our trees which means….
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It’s time to bake.
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Apple fritter bread.
So damned good.
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Early autumn.
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The leaves are just starting to turn in our area and I’m always spell bound by the colors.
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So I drive one handed, snapping pictures.
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I know I shouldn’t..
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But when Mother Nature puts on a show… attention must be paid.
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I found these tasty treats in the grocery store bakery section.
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And seeing that they were alcohol laden, you know I had to try them.
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The Captain rarely disappoints, and even in cake form he was quite yummy. Moist and spicy, it had a pleasing apple pie autumn in New England vibe.
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This wasn’t my favorite of the three, but it still had a nice pound cake richness.
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But if you love beer, this is the cake for you. The simple act of opening the wrapper released an instant heady aroma of hoppy goodness. Deep, dark and chocolatey like a good stout should be…. this dessert was a winner.
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