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Just back (well, back and shower and lunch and...) from the sacred Sunday bike ride, 40 miles out around a local lake. Bugs and birds and beasts and things, but the primary feature was wildflowers. Lupines, both purple and pink, blue flags in the marshy areas, buttercups, yellow and orange hawkweed, the last of the rhodora back in the swamps, lots of other things I couldn't identify while whizzing along on the road.
And nobody tried to kill me. Made my day. Lots of roadside casualties, though. If you want to feed your family on roadkill, Maine's the place.
Installed a window air-conditioner yesterday, first time, we're getting soft with advancing age. So the weather will remain cool for the forseeable future. New Englanders who like cool summers can thank me. If you want hot and sticky, on the other hand, you can damned well move south.
And nobody tried to kill me. Made my day. Lots of roadside casualties, though. If you want to feed your family on roadkill, Maine's the place.
Installed a window air-conditioner yesterday, first time, we're getting soft with advancing age. So the weather will remain cool for the forseeable future. New Englanders who like cool summers can thank me. If you want hot and sticky, on the other hand, you can damned well move south.
