Wayne and I spent Friday night at the Nonantum Resort in Kennebunkport. When we arrived it was a beautiful sunny day…
On Saturday September 15th, 2018 I married my soulmate and best friend, Wayne at our dearly beloved St. Ann’s Episcopal Church in Kennebunkport!
Posts and pics of our beautiful wedding weekend will be forthcoming. We won’t have our wedding day photos until the end of this week or next but I have plenty more to share before then!
I have extraordinary news! Buster is back!!! After a week’s disappearance he emerged from his burrow, came running to me when I called him and is acting like it’s just another day! Also, one of Chippie’s offspring, Sunny, returned…without a tail! But she is acting like it’s no big deal and she has made her home in our woods. I felt a release after I published yesterday’s post, and now I feel so much gratitude for the gifts in front of me, like our first WATERMELON!
Last week I noticed what appeared to be a large bird in my woods. I walked closer and saw that it was a hawk. Hawks eat chipmunks and are not welcome on my property, especially when they are dangerously close to Buster’s burrow at the edge of the woods. In animated NYC fashion I told it to get lost. Perched on a branch up high it watched my little performance, and when I was finished it flew away. There! I showed him!
I have two cedar chests filled with vintage linens and drapes which has enabled me to have fun changing things up from time to time. All (including the chests) were acquired at estate sales over the past two decades.* For the last couple of years I’ve been using floral and striped bed linens in orange and yellow that coordinate with my 1960s orange curtains for a groovy feel. My pink chenille bedspread and pink bedding has been stored unused since I originally purchased them years ago, and this morning I knew I needed to put that disuse to bed! But with which curtains? Surely not my orange curtains….or could I?
My yard is full of surprises. I was deadheading roses and noticed this Wooly Bear caterpillar. On a cabbage, what looked like detritus simply hopped away. It’s this garden variety of unannounced visitors that I welcome. What was absolutely terrifying was when a mystery object came crashing down from above!
One day Wishy wasn’t his usual “chipper” self.
“Are you sad, Wishy?” the teacher asked.
“Yes. I wish that summer would last all winter long!”
Summer in Maine is a beautiful season. The teacher wished it would last longer, too. She knew not all wishes can come true even though they are nice to have.
Excerpted from Wishy the Bookworm Chipmunk.
Although Maine will not become an endless summer, one of my dear wishes has magically come true!
Yes. And just as messy: Home grown tomato and mayo sandwiches! Here’s my recipe:
Note: I never thought I’d be sharing this publicly, but in light of a recent event, I am called to do so.
Good care, whether physical, medical, psychological or spiritual, is important for maintaining one’s well-being. Long gone are the days of the old New England doctor that knows and forms a relationship with the entire family and makes house calls. Yet medically, while we have made progress in disease recognition (but I call foul on some of those infomercials trying to sell us sickness) and management, it seems like we’re in a futuristic dark age. Between issues with for-profit health insurers, politics and a growing lack of empathy and good communications skills as a society, getting quality medical care can be really hard to find. Compounding that further, my experience has been that it’s not easy to find competent and compassionate medical care for the challenging issues women face later in life.
When I found Christine some years ago I knew I had hit the jackpot! She was the first medical professional to ask me a very important question that, in retrospect, should be asked of every woman during her annual wellness exam.
I love summer mornings like this one. There is so much beauty happening right outside our home. Have a look!