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“Bob?” “Yep,” I said with a genuine smile, “it’s me. And I’d know those blue eyes of yours anywhere.”

While November may not be as eagerly anticipated as October’s foliage season, for many people it is a favorite time of year. As the days get shorter, our white-tailed deer population enters the breeding season known as the “rut.”

While the summer’s warmth is fading, boats have been hauled onto shore, and jackets have been retrieved from closets, there are still grand adventures to be had in beautiful Harpswell and its surrounds.

Excerpts from and commentary on the diary of Joseph D. Alexander, 1859-1864 Sunday, May 15, 1859: Fair. Planted 900 hills of potatoes. Monday, May 16, 1859: Pleasant. Planted 1,400 hills of potatoes.

We sat in the old Scout, the engine idling smoothly for a change, waiting for a break in the traffic. The old man, tan and lean, one hand on the steering wheel, spat through his open window and slowly said, “I don't think these fools know this road is a dead end.”

If there was a contest for the title of “cutest Maine bird,” the winner would probably be the Atlantic puffin. There are lots of other feathered contenders, but people seem to fall in love at first sight with the chubby, colorful little puffins.

It’s a beautiful morning on the rock. After an unusually long rainy spell, Ma Nature seems to have slaked her thirst enough to bless us with one of those rare and perfect Maine summer days, sunny and warm with a slight onshore breeze.

Well, having all three of our grandkids here in July was certainly a good reminder that we need to plan rainy day activities and outings, not just outdoor ones!