Wade and I look forward to what has become an annual return to Maine in the fall. I want to move to New England every September. When it's sunny and warm in Laguna, I long for crisp temps, fall leaves crunching under my running shoes, scarves and steamers. I could make a whole other post on how I also long for a shingled Cape Cod house with a wrap around porch filled with pumpkins and corn stalks just right for hosting a fall apple cider party, but I'll stop there. Apparently the mean temp in Maine come January and February is like 10 degrees, so see, it's not that great.
And then you see this, and think, "Well crap, I could do ten degrees."
Or you eat this right after you picked him out of a tank and say, "Who doesn't love cozy days inside?"
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Or you run the Mount Desert Island Half Marathon and imagine yourself familiar with all the winding carriage trails and think, "I could definitely run this everyday and maybe pick up cross country in the winter."
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One of us is a hippo, one of us is a giraffe. Can you guess which is which?
And why you ask are the hippo and giraffe in normal clothes and the other animals are in running attire? It's because us safari variety couldn't hack the half this year, but we did mighty well in the 5K.
I love Maine, I love the charming Bass Cottage Inn, I love returning to my favorite shops each year, I love the good company. So until I move there or at least obtain a summer home in Camden, we will hopefully keep returning.
Tutz loves it too, she just forgot for a second when Dad told her it was time to stop shopping and carry on our way.
2 comments:
sister, look at you catching up in the blogging world! it was a wonderful long weekend. let's do it again when you're more a gazelle than a hippo, yes?
Yes. Bar Harbor is the BEST! It's the best tradition all year.
PS keep your mom off your blog. She looks so old next to you two!
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