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A few more winter pics, because it’s already melted and I didn’t have a chance to post them.
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Pink sky in morning…
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I swear this spring robin is saying WTF!
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Not yet little plants.
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We have a small Amish population scattered across our state and every once in a while we see them.
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I’m usually up early in the morning and often see the moon go down.
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It’s beautiful in the winter….
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Bouncing off the white snow, against a blue sky.
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So I brave the cold and trot out front in my pajamas for a few nice photos.
To find I’m not the only one with that idea.
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We have large open spaces around our property and people often stop for Kodak moment.
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Good thing he was facing the other way. No one needs a picture of me at 5:00am wearing penguin pj’s.
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We haven’t seen much of our resident deer this winter because… well, we didn’t have much of a winter in Maine this year.
But with the late season snow storm came our backyard buddies.
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I sure have missed them.
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Love to watch the young ones kick up their heels and scamper around.
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That big guy in the foreground is a buck.
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He has a nice little harem.
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While most of you are enjoying tulips, daffodils and other cheerful harbingers of warm weather…in Maine things look a little different.
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We had a good old fashioned N’or Easter on Thursday.
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With high winds and wet heavy snow.
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It was the pretty kind that sticks to bushes and makes everything feel like a winter wonderland.
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But it also weighed down trees, snapped branches and left half of our state without power.
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I think we ended up with a foot, though with the wind it’s hard to tell.
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Since the temperatures hovered near freezing it was that awful wet, heavy snow that you have to constantly go out and clear before it becomes too saturated to move.
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Yes… springtime in Maine can be a bit of a challenge.
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My husband may not be a mailman, but his version of that age old creed says nothing will come between him and his television. Not even the ripping Maine N’or Easter with 50 mph winds and heavy wet snow that pummeled us yesterday leaving half our state without power.
Thankfully we never lost electricity… but when my spouse lost the satellite signal?
Out he went.
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Digging in the shed for a ladder.
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Trudging across the back lawn…
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To knock the wet snow off the dish.
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Reception restored, he trudged back in the house…
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Only to return an hour later for more sweeping.
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What can I say?
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The man really likes his tv.
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Oh what a difference a day makes.
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The beginning of green grass and our first chuck sighting of the season.
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The next day?
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It’s back to winter.
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And one very limber local cat.
In other news…
She’s baaaaack.
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It’s the sci fi franchise that just won’t die.
And finally, a little help if you’re planning a vacation.
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His Lordship joined me on the couch the other day when I was reading.
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Being a hedonistic creature of comfort, he assumed the position.
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And I took a few pictures. But when I put the phone down beside me and it flipped the photo’s orientation upside down?
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I had a good laugh at my demented looking cat.
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Spring is here … though to be honest I’m still waiting for winter. March in Maine used to mean cold and snow but temps have been near 50 most of the month and up until last week’s snow storm we had green grass in places.
Sigh.
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It’s been damp and too warm all winter.
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Though I admit the morning fog is soothing.
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His Lordship?
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Never misses his morning coffee.
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And now that his scratchy post has been returned to its normal living room site…
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All is right with his world.
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I just hope the furniture stores don’t mind a little cat hair on their fabric samples.
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Thought I was done with the Boneyard Beach photos?
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Almost…
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I promise.
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But who could resist framing their spouse in driftwood?
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Making our way back to the path, I snapped my last photos.
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And my husband joined in the odd shell placement tradition…
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Trying to balance one on the sign.
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Success.
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Exiting through the marsh …
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We climbed back in the ungodly expensive rental behemoth…
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Of which my husband had become entirely too enamored.
It was late afternoon of our last day of vacation so we took a leisurely drive around Edisto Island and enjoyed some of its quirks.
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No one knows who erected this odd marsh angel but apparently she changes with the seasons and has become a local favorite.
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This is the only acceptable answer to the question what do I do with dead palm tree stumps?
Hula girls, that’s what.
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We drove past this native while on the main beach road.
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It was a wonderful sight so I made my husband turn around and circle by him twice to ensure decent photos.
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A poo covered jacket seems a small price to pay for such a beautiful friend.
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This bottle display is an old Gullah way of driving out evil spirits. They have to be blue, but sorry… for the life of me I don’t remember why. The Clemson tiger paw is a modern addition.
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Remember the herd of tiny deer we saw every night? I wondered where they could possibly live in so busy an area…
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The answer was our resort’s golf course.
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Where they clearly didn’t read the sign.
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When you’re in Edisto Beach, South Carolina one image looms large.
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It’s the one lone tree that stands in the surf at Boneyard Beach in the Botany Bay preserve.
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Admittedly it’s a fabulous tree.
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Silhouetted against the sky…
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All by it’s lonesome surrounded by plouffe mud.
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It’s certainly the most photographed tree there.
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But it does make me wonder if the other trees feel left out.
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No one prints postcards of them…
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And some of them are fabulous too.
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Such a strange and amazing place.
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I never would have thought dead trees could be so appealing before visiting here.
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But they were.
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And as much as I would have loved to spend the entire day here, our last few hours in South Carolina were running out and we had to move on.
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Past some live trees that were decorated with shells.
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