On Monday, I went walking in the morning with my friends (What. Yes, I have some of those. Not a lot, just a handful... Read More
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… on the sun rising again
September is a glorious month here in midcoast Maine. The air is crisp and, here at The Inn, often smells of the ocean… and... Read More
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… on stuff that wasn’t in the contract
So. It has now been nearly two months since Belle-ah’s coronation as the newest Dingle princess, which came about when she was officially welcomed... Read More
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… on jerk ducks
No, silly. That is not a jerk duck right there, that is ChickHen. She is looking sad-ish because this morning I went outside and... Read More
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… on the inspection status
So, I was a little worried because there was wind and snow and freezing rain forecast for today and what if Cockadoodle Drake and... Read More
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… on being in it together
The greys, the blacks, the blues, the reds They land amongst my flower beds All covered now, with mounds of white A singing songing... Read More
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… on loons and kurt vonnegut
Oh, I know. Loon-atic. I spotted that guy from the window yesterday afternoon as the sun was sinking to the bottom of the sky.... Read More
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… on the bistro in winter
Heeeeeeeee’s baaaaaaaaaaack. Oh, I know. This… this is what I saw when I stepped outside, onto the farmers porch, the other morning. Side note: Houzz... Read More
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… on the peace of the present
I took this pic in the pink light of early this morning. It’s not a perfect shot of the dove’s head, but that was... Read More
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… on insta-dad
I’m not even going to try to cutely ease into this one. JoHn* is on Instagram. No, no. It’s tragic. Like, for me. For... Read More
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… on looking up
When the writer Anne Lamott was 48 hours away from becoming sixty-one years old, she wrote down “every single thing I know as of... Read More
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… on the hat
When the kids were much less tall than they are today, we often read a book by Jan Brett, called The Mitten. It was… well,... Read More