Oil an apropos topic

While at an evening event I spied something on the horizon, big, lit up and did I mention big, really big! No it wasn't one of the giant motor cruisers, it was bigger than life. It was and still is an oil drilling rig that is here to have its thrusters replaced. My son and I decided to get a better look the next day and walked one of our favorite walks on the breakwater. Looming off to the left was a giant ship with a coast guard ship to make sure boaters don't get within a 100 yard radius of it. I hope they are putting together something to fix the spewing well in the south while "fixing" this drilling ship.

First weekend of summer

From the street Solstice festival to the evening on the lake, Maine has beauty and photo opportunities to offer. Today is the solstice and to celebrate the longest day of the year we went to one of our favorite beaches for a picnic of Curried Chicken Salad and a swim in the river that leads to the ocean. I may be covered in sand still, but I don't really care and I just might bring my sandy feet into my bed. I can't fully absorb the beauty of our home and do not understand why more people don't visit us.

Blue Bird

The end of the school year dinner was hosted by the director of the school. Her house is situated on some open land, the yard worked into bushy gardens and the field lined with bird houses, specifically blue bird houses. Apparently, the swallows and blue birds have a home sharing arrangement, according to the lady of the house. I have been practicing sitting and doing nothing. There are so many times when I feel a sense of uneasiness and discomfort within my own skin. Walking out the front door to sit in my bright green Adirondack chair and just sit, feel the breeze, listen to the wind blowing the wind chime and catching a glimpse of a red tail hawk gliding above and breathing in the stillness. What does this have to do with the blue bird... happiness!

I wish there was smell-a-vision

Every time I set out on a bike ride I smell scents that are rivals to the beautiful flowers that emit them. Inside my mind I utter, "I wish I could send this scent, I wish there was smell-a-vision." The roses, the lupines, the fields of wild flower honey scent excites my sense of smell. Just imagine.

Look at where we live!

The title exclamation is uttered at least twice a day by my husband and I. The hills, the ocean, the fields, the lack of people and buildings all reasons why we love where we live.
It was a warm sunny evening after a cool cloudy day and we decided to climb up one of our favorite "view" spots. With cold pizza, a sandwich and pepsi in tote we walked up the hill. The wildflowers are in full bloom due to the early summer weather we have had this year. There were Rugosa Roses, daisies, buttercups, strawberry flowers, lupine and more I cannot identify. On top of the hill is an old, but renovated, tea house from a time gone by. It has a sod roof and beautiful field stone siding and a view that captures my breath. What did we each utter while sitting and eating our makeshift picnic...."Look at where we live!"

Who cooks for you?

Every night, well almost every night, a Barred Owl or two sit outside my window asking me the same question, who cooks for you? I sometimes wonder this myself. Sometimes it's Cappy's, Applebees, Tamarind, Subway, The Badger Cafe and more. When I am ill my boy cooks for me. He cooks the best omelet I have ever had and can butter a delicious slice of toast too. I ask you, who cooks for you, all?