Things Happen

Bobbie Burns was correct in his comment about the best laid plans.  I am currently in the peripheral of a well planned day being rearranged in the style of the end of this century's first decade.

It did not occur to anyone in the group to pick up the phone.  Through texting & Facebook the lives of people in three states were rearranged with astonishing speed.

Smartphones now rule our lives.  We've grown beyond Star Trek in so many ways. How soon the replicator and beam me up Scotty for real?

Better Than a Rubber Band

One of the things my wife says about me, other than I look like santa claus mixed with a biker, is give me a rubber band & corner seat and I'll be good for hours.

My new smart phone is that runberband.  What it does do is get me out of my cave.  It allows Mr to blog directly from wherever I am.

This could be dangerous.

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Rocky Ridge Orchards

We gathered our apples here in Bowdoin, Maine. Cortlands, Macs, Golden Delicious, Ruby Reds.  All soon to be apple sauce, butter, bread, cobbler, crisp and just apples for the lunch box.

There's something about eating fruit you pick yourself.

Farmer's Market in Bath, Maine

The winds are blustery after Earl's skirting the edge of mid-coast Maine.  This didn't deter the farmers, over burdened with their bushels of heirloom tomatoes and sweet corn, from setting up shop here on the banks of the Kennebec River. 

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