by June
Seems summer in Maine is not quite so short after all. Usually the temperature pokes into the nineties for a day or so in mid-summer. By the end of August we're feeling the nip of autumn on the breeze. But this year the thermometer seems stuck on HOT.
Yesterday, it was so so SO hot that we had no choice but to wash the rugs.
Washing the rugs is a family tradition shared with us by a dear friend who has been doing it since she was little. It involves trekking to a secret spot in the woods, a breathtaking spot with clear water rushing over polished stone. The water sings and shimmers with sunlight.
There's a little scrubbing...
...a little jumping on stubborn dirt...
a little sunning...
...and a lot of swimming in water as bubbly as champagne.
When we aren't washing the rugs, we're having a festival of tomatoes. Look for us to be back soon with recipes. Oh, how we love the work of summer when it involves tomatoes warm from the sun — and cold, clear, bubbly water too.
SPRING MEANS THE BABY CHICKS ARE HERE!
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*by Rosie*
Here are some pictures of the new baby chicks! Their names are: Bessie,
Franny, Hattie, Lottie, Midge, and Sunny.
*Bessie*
*Franny*
*Hatti...
12 years ago