A “Secret” Spring Season Waterfall At Fuller Farm in Scarborough

Scarborough Land Trust recently published a website that outlines new-to-me trails in town that are open to the public. I’m constantly amazed at all of the scenic nooks and wide open spaces that exist in a single town. This morning after church we went to find the hidden waterfall at Fullerton Farm Preserve that only flows in the spring. I had no idea it existed until I read the details of the preserve.


When we first arrived it didn’t look like much, or rather it looked like too much open space without a woodland trail. We walked in the hayfield towards the treeline.


Although the grass hasn’t yet fully come back and the trees are still bare, the sunshine was warm and the air full of clean, earthy scents.


We got on the right track once we reached the woods.


We wondered if maybe we were too late in the season for the waterfall and it had dried up. There just wasn’t anything to indicate that something wonderful was waiting for us in the woods other than the town website and the trail signs. Why were we the only people there?


We knew we were getting closer because we could hear the sound of water rushing over rocks and earth.


A bridge over the waterfall!


I wish I could capture the beauty in my photos, as well as how long it was, winding down the hill.


On the bridge feeling happy. We had the waterfall to ourselves!


I love the moss on this tree. Wayne said it’s British Soldier Moss.


As we neared the end of the trail loop, we passed a couple.

“It’s so beautiful here,” I commented to them.

She replied that they lived very close by and that it’s their secret place and she never tells anyone about it.

“Oh, I found out about it from the new website.”

“Website? What website?” The look on her face! I didn’t add that I would be blogging about it.

I can empathize and understand how once a cherished place is “discovered” it no longer feels like your own. But the fact is it’s here for all to enjoy. Connecting with nature is good for everyone!


We also encountered a group of boy scouts whose presence was encouraging. They seemed genuinely excited about being outdoors and all that was surrounding them.


You can watch the waterfall in action on my Instagram.

Screaming in the Old Port


I’m about to head to bed after a “big night” out on the town, ha! Long gone are the days when my nights in the Old Port were just getting started at around 10:00 p.m.! Before Wayne got into the marine industry he co-owned a popular Portland restaurant and bar in the 1980s, so he has had his fill of late nights, too.


I think he looks so handsome in his L.L.Bean bomber jacket. It helps add a little bad-assery to his Early Bird Chic style.

Commericial Street, Portland, Maine

We had dinner at TIQA.

Wayne ordered the chicken kabob and I had the flank steak which is hidden under that DELICIOUS mound of cumin and paprika seasoned french fries. 


It was a great meal! The setting is good for people watching outside the window, too.

Commercial Street Wharf, Portland, Maine

On our way back to the car we stopped to look at this view. We then heard a little girl scream. Then a different little girl screamed. We turned around and two little pig tailed girls continued to scream but everything else seemed normal; their mother was standing next to them and their father was in the car waiting. Again they screamed. I have to tell you it was catchy because I shrugged and let out a bit of a scream and started laughing. Both the mother and father began to laugh, too.

“We have an hour in the car with them so we told them to get all of their screams out first.”

We all laughed and they screamed a bit more before getting into the car headed south, according to their license plate.

I guess it was a wild night after all!

Margaret Chase Smith Blueberry Cake

It’s a cold, rainy April in Maine which for me means a great day to be busy in the kitchen! This delightful recipe is from an undated vintage very well-loved pamphlet in my collection, “Maine Blueberry Recipes…” Seventh Edition, Published by The Maine Department of Agriculture. Margaret Chase Smith, who is credited as the creator of this recipe, was a very inspirational Mainer:

After months of denying rumors that she would seek the top of the Republican ticket or the vice presidential nomination, Senator Margaret Chase Smith announced her run for President in January 1964. “I have few illusions and no money, but I’m staying for the finish,” she noted, “When people keep telling you, you can’t do a thing, you kind of like to try.” Smith embarked on her typical grass–roots campaign—losing every primary but picking up a surprising high of 25 percent of the vote in Illinois. At the 1964 Republican Convention, she became the first woman to have her name put in for nomination for the presidency by a major political party. Receiving the support of just 27 delegates and losing the nomination to Senate colleague Barry Goldwater, it was a symbolic achievement.


I’ve learned, as a collector of vintage cookbooks and recipes, that the best-tasting results are the from the recipes that show the most mileage on them evidenced by souvenirs made of spilled remnants (sounds better than stains). Whomever owned this pamphlet before it came into my possession definitely put it to use!


I followed the recipe but substituted these ingredients to make it gluten-free:

8 tbsp butter

1 cup sugar

2 large eggs

1 cup whole milk

1 1/2 cups Bob’s Red Mill oat flour

1/2 cup Bob’s Red Mill tapioca flour

4 tsp aluminum-free baking powder

1/2 tsp salt

1/4 tsp nutmeg

1 cup (ideally) Maine blueberries

In lieu of frosting I whipped 2 cups of organic heavy cream from a local farm (they still use old-fashioned glass bottles!)  and 2 tbsp organic sugar.


I’ve also made the cake with half the amount of sugar and butter with twice as many blueberries as a variation. You can of course omit the whipped cream or use less. It’s your cake to bake!