I just want to say… I’m not washing the dang door. The other day, I read an article about making one’s home more welcoming. I... Read More
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… on whole new worlds
She probably saw some snow, I think, in the two-ish years she lived in the Oklahoma countryside. But did she wake up to find... Read More
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… on a confession
So. I’ve held off on this for a while, but now I think it’s time. I’m not sure how you’ll feel about me once... Read More
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… on a sleepover (and homecoming)
Okay, this is more than a one-night sleepover. This (^that) is Hippo. We tend to pronounce the ‘i’ as a hard ‘double-e’… as in... 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 what is handed down
When Mom died And those who loved her Went back to their everydays When the dishes were washed And put away in the same... Read More
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… on midcoast island introductions
A few days have gone by since the coronation of HRH Princess Belle of Dingle, and I figured it was time that she begin... Read More
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… on focal point(s)
Spring took it’s sweet and flowery time arriving on our fingerling peninsula here in Maine, and I don’t want to say that it made... Read More
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… on gardening in the shade
That’s a hellebore. They are funky and strangely mysterious and I love them. Here are some more… Very cool. There are oodles of myths... Read More
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… on dreams coming true
So. I was walking past the farmer…s….’s…s’ porch door (label depending, of course, on the number of farmers who gather there, or how many... 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