Yesterday, while driving on a Sunday and in no hurry to get anywhere, my mind wandered to a cross-country move back home to Maine from Wyoming about 5 years ago. With all my belonging strapped to the roof, 2 dogs in a folded down backseat surrounded by blankets and pillows, and my mother in the passenger seat to keep me company (she had flown out special for this escapade), all was set in motion. Home. It was a bit of a double-edger for me. I loved Jackson. I loved my family more. At that particular time my sister was gearing up for a wedding and wanted her one and only sister as her one and only bridesmaid so my return to Maine was required and desired. We stopped for food, sleep and sight seeing as we saw fit. We even stopped at one point and sent the dogs up on the car lift for a tire repair while we snagged a bite to eat… I’m pretty sure that was in Fargo, North Dakota. Nice people. Good pie. There were tumble weeds and impromptu dog swims in Lake Michigan. There were meals out of cans for lack of better options and a honeymoon suite complete with hot tub in Buffalo since it was the only room available after 5 previous “no vacancy” signs. We were in a hurry, for what reason I can’t remember now. What I do know is the following: Some days I miss Jackson, it was a beautiful wedding and that trip with my mom will forever be cherished.
On Sunday I spent the morning at Butternut Farm in Farmington, New Hampshire with two wonderful friends and their little ones. Blueberries, peaches, plums and apples are all in season right now and the picking is great!
A few of the ladies in my knitting group at the Seed & Bean in Kennebunk have suggested I start blogging again and who am I to disappoint! Besides, my dad will be happy with the updates since I know he has always been one of my lone readers! Therefore I’ve decided to share a story involving him today… For as long as I can remember my family has been going to our “camp” on Raymond Pond. Why the quotation marks? Because people from outside of Maine always think my family ran a summer camp complete with hundreds of kids running around, singing, swimming and crafting all summer when, in fact, if we Mainer’s use the term “camp” we are simply referring to a cottage or a hunting camp. Small. Quaint. No singing before dinner (unless you want). With that said, I love camp. Even more than I love sugary sweets, although my belly may disagree. I spent day after day of my childhood swimming, floating, splashing and looking for trouble on Raymond Pond. I think the earliest I ever dared to dunk was April 1st and the latest was probably in early October. I was a water bug. At night my mother and father would always demand that my hair be dry so as not to get a stiff neck (not just a wives’ tale!). What you need to know now is that there is nothing I like more than getting my hair blown dry. Well, that is if you take away camp and sugary sweets of course! So, I would, whenever possible, take a late evening swim knowing full well that one of my parents would take on the challenge of drying the tangled mess on my head. My hair is thick and takes a long time to dry (insert snickering here). Now that I’m all grown up and have to dry my own hair it has become a chore. Every once in a while I can talk my husband into it but the sigh that comes along with it makes it a little less enjoyable! The lesson of this story, soak everything you love in deep so it takes more time to dry out.
They are a little over 8 weeks old and peep like crazy! Once we finish the “Hennebunkport” we have 6 Rhode Island Reds waiting to move in! Here they are at a friend’s house enjoying a little peace and quiet after the big move from Poland. And so the madness begins!
is Bond Mountain Spring in Newfield, Maine. Due to our water softening system we have a lot of salt in our water… none that you can taste, but just the nagging feeling that it is there. Buying water at the store seems ridiculous so when we heard from a friend that there was a spring close to home we went on a field trip to check it out. Let me tell you, that is one serious flow this spring has going on. I half expected a dribble but I got a refreshingly endless supply of clean and clear water!
We spent most of Saturday and part of Sunday boiling down our first batch of sap for the 2010 season. It felt spectacular to feel the sun kiss my face and sit around the fire with a new hat on the knitting sticks! After learning last year that we needed more surface area to boil the water off quicker Jon built this concrete block wood fired set-up complete with chimney! Our efforts this weekend yielded 3 1/2 quarts.
Sugarin’ has started early this year and we have 20 taps!
Mr. Biddle’s posed for a few pictures too.