Campground Life

It was snowing when we woke up this morning. It was snowing while we ate our soup at lunchtime…and walked out to see the ducks all gathered in the sheltered part of the Bay. And it’s still snowing at 4:30 when the goats are looking for their afternoon flake of hay.

I’ve been working on a new postcard for the summer, the first I’ve ever designed but I think this may be the beginning of a series because one idea led to many…but then again, the fever of February always bites me in the tail by June 😉 All of the photos were taken from here…

I’ve worked my fingers to the bones and it’s time for a cup of coffee and chocolate-cherry scone…but if you look at the new links on the left side of the page, you’ll see that I’ve organized some of the past postings so that if you’re not inclined to read through 2 years of journal…

I can’t believe I missed it…but I was right there and never saw her. Luck for me, Jackie from Phoenix, an authority on unusual animal species, wrote and pointed out what I had missed. Here’s the photo again and if you look closely on the left, you’ll see this lovely hippo was indeed waiting with…

It’s easy to forget your blessings and I thank the Gods for the whispers that come from the most unexpected places. Other than scurrying outside to feed the goats or greet the postman, I haven’t spent an extra moment in the frigid air… better to look at the sparkling snow from the comfort of the…

On the winter days when the sky and the bay are the same color, I’m happy to sit inside and spin, or knit or search the web for my current fancy…lately it’s been Maine poets as I try to find better ways to share with you the beauty and starkness of our winter coastline. Because…

Hi Astrig/Steve, It’s Rachel from Niagara Falls… I am (unfortunately) in charge of the activities for the kids. Lucky me. Anyhow, they are not content with just hanging out by the Ocean enjoying a good book or riding their bikes anymore. I know, what is wrong with them? LOL! They would like to do a…

Walk with me through the ocean tenting area…the sky is flawlessly blue, there’s not a trace of wind and the only sounds are the seagulls and chickadees…and me panting a bit;) I’m trying to learn more about “photo galleries” so click on any of these photos for a larger view, and tell me if you…

This morning we went down to the local lobster pound, Young’s, to buy the makings of a seafood stew…the day simply sparkled! Locally we’re more apt to call the Passagassawakeag simply “the Passy.” It’s an approximately 11 mile long tidal river that you cross when you’re driving between Belfast and Searsport on route 1.  A…