We went to BAR Harbor, Maine but all we found was Bill on the rocks.
Monthly Archives: October 2015
As we were driving from the Boston airport up to Camden, ME it struck me about how pious this region of the country, especially Maine, had become. Once we left Interstate 95, without exaggeration (as if I ever would) each time we crossed into a new town there would be a sign pointing towards the “Redemption Center”. Living in Georgia I was used to seeing a church on every street corner and having multiple religious TV and radio stations, but this explicit show of devotion seemed unusual. Read the rest of this entry
If you’ve been to Atlanta you’ll know that if someone tells you that they live on “Peachtree” you’ll need some more information. Is it street, road, lane, way or one of the other 70 variations on that name used throughout the city. We’re just back from Boston and while we were up in New England we were going to visit a friend who lives in “Rock-something” as I remembered. Well, does it end in port, land, perhaps wood since all of those exist? Is it Maine or maybe Massachusetts where there are almost 100 place names that include “rock”.
I like the attitude of a friend of ours who was responding to a French waiter’s question when we were all having lunch together in a Parisian restaurant. She wanted to say “yes” but her reply was “Si…oui…one of those.” That’s exactly it, sort of.
Bill is so funny…and clever. He went grocery shopping yesterday and one of the items on the list was a can of pumpkin puree which we use to make biscuits for Heather. He said that it pained him to pick up only one can but in keeping with our goal to empty the pantry before we move, we’re only buying what we need each week. At least that’s how I understood it…. Read the rest of this entry
When we were in Maine at the end of the summer, a prominent color in the landscape was red. Legend has it that Johnny Appleseed covered the countryside with his namesake product and it definitely shows up there. I think his middle name must have been Rose because there’s an equally abundant number of those growing wild. As with the apples the rose bushes produce a beautiful round red fruit called the hip and you can see an example here that was growing right next to the harbor in Camden.
In an earlier post about the beautyberry in our own backyard I mentioned that the fruit could be turned into wine but that we’d wait until we got to France. Ditto for the rose hips.
Do you know why we are really moving to France? So that Bill will wash the dishes and do the laundry. He will do anything for the aroma of grapefruit. We found that out by accident years ago in Germany when we bought a bottle of dishwashing detergent that was scented with orange and grapefruit. He encouraged me to eat on several plates just so that he would have an excuse to fill our vacation rental apartment with the fresh smells of spring. We brought home two bottles and on subsequent trips to Europe we tried unsuccessfully to find them again. Read the rest of this entry