I hope you aren’t minding the way I go on and on with my Maine posts, because I have another one for you today. Just looking at these photos makes me feel cooler and with this wicked awful heat, a temperature change is what we all need (at least those of us in the States).
There are cairns all over the place in Maine. I found this one marking one of the trails through the woods at the rental cottage.
I saw this on the floor of the deck and thought it was interesting. And I love the autumnal color.
Speaking of color, I found this magical mushroom while walking the Pigeon Hill Trail across the bay from the rental cottage. It’s like totally groovy, dude.
I love ferns.
I once knew somebody named Fern. She was a yoga instructor. Her profession and her name seemed to be a good fit and she sort of whispered when she talked.
I found that very annoying.
But speaking of mushrooms, I think this one is really cool. I love the color, too.
It looks yummy to me. When I was a child, I once ate some very pretty mushrooms. My mother happened to catch me as the last one went into my mouth, and I remember waiting for the doctor to come and then being forced to drink something horrible that made me throw up.
Learned my lesson, I will tell you that.
And I'll explain later why the doctor actually came to the house.
I found this butter knife in the utensil drawer at the rental cottage. No other silverware. Just this lone butter knife.
I took its photo to make it feel special.
I love cupcakes. ‘Nuff said.
Luv you, too.
‘til tomorrow, my friends . . .
PS -- The doctor who came was our family doctor and the best friend of my father. I don't think my mother was able to go out to get the medicine for me, so he brought some over and stayed to make sure I was ok.