I’ve had some rough days since my last post, but I’ll start with the more upbeat stuff. The photo above is of Wayne looking rather tiny in contrast with the big colorful trees in our woods.
Due to the unusually warm Autumn we’ve been having here in Maine, tomato season has been extended! This simple recipe for Manhattan chowder was inspired by the many ripe tomatoes on my kitchen counter, the cod fillets in my freezer and the beautiful heirloom carrots from Frith Farm in my fridge.
Wayne and I took a road trip to visit with some friends who live in Richmond, Vermont. We spent the afternoon in Burlington where I lived for three years while in graduate school in the 1990s. It’s hard to believe that it’s been twenty years since I was last there! Wayne also went to University of Vermont and managed, then co-owned a legendary restaurant (to Burlington and Portland, Maine locals), Carbur’s. We did not ride in the play VW Bus pictured above which was at Ben & Jerry’s in downtown Burlington.
The Vermont foliage wasn’t peaking the way it is in Maine and parts of New Hampshire, but we saw so many beautiful and interesting things:
Here’s another sideline adventure Wayne and I had during our foliage drive last Sunday. We walked around the perimeter of the fascinating abandoned Kezar Falls Woolen Mill. We were struck by the enormity, ominous sky, mysterious doorways and decrepit buildings framed by natural beauty in autumnal decay.
Wayne and I stopped to take photos of this decaying church during our foliage drive this past weekend. I think of all of the celebrations, sermons and funerals that once took place here and how forlorn and sad it is now. Yet, that gives it a haunting beauty, don’t you think?
Finally we have some spectacular foliage! Wayne and I took the scenic route to Ossipee, New Hampshire where we had breakfast at a local diner. It rained on the way over but the sun came through on our way home. Here are some of the colorful sights from our drive.
One kind of love begets another. Get all the love possible expressed in your life. Love something or somebody, if it’s only a geranium. — Margery Wilson, silent film star and author.
I’ve lived in my house over eight years and while I had always enjoyed seeing chipmunks, this is the first time that I “adopted” one as an outdoor pet or rather, she may have adopted me. It began mid August when I was ill at home with 101 fever and I was reading in my sunroom. I noticed that she (I don’t know the gender but have come to think it’s female) was taking an active interest in me.
“Remember one thing: Wrong is wrong even if everyone else says it’s right – and right is right even if everyone else says it’s wrong,” Ward once said to the Beav and I never forgot it.
I’ve spent most of my life feeling like a stodgy old lady. “Little House on the Prairie” was one of my favorite TV shows as a kid, tied with “The Brady Bunch” and “Leave it to Beaver.” I really appreciate many (but not all) of the “square” sentiments in this little early 1960s booklet, The Return of the Square: The Fight for Independence, since I still often feel so “irrelevant” and old-fashioned. It’s the text of a speech by “Madison Avenue’s favorite phrase-maker,” an original Mad Man, Charles H Brower.
I think this is a great summation of the origins of square:
I received a special delivery this week: Ten pounds of organic Concord grapes from a friend’s garden! I have been wanting to make a Concord grape pie for at least a year now ever since I came across two very intriguing vintage recipes in my old cookbooks.
It has been a very unseasonably hot and humid day, today! Early-ish this morning Wayne and I did a little apple-picking at Randall Orchard, but even then it was very muggy.