After the potato bug squashing fiasco . . . it was time to enjoy some ocean and boating. From rubber gloves and mushed bugs to the lovely South Bristol, Maine. South Bristol is only 25 minutes away from home yet sometimes it seems like forever. Yesterday we were lucky enough to be invited out for a boatride. The heatwave had broken, a breeze was in the air, and seals were sunning themselves on the rocks.
All in all a perfect afternoon finished off with drinks, friends, a solar shower and an amazing porch with a sunset view.
I picked our first salad. I picked our first beans (green and wax). We noticed that there are now green baby tomatoes on the vine. So exciting. All is thriving and well in the garden, or so it seemed.
And then I noticed the potatoes and the infestation of horrible little bugs (and some not so little) munching on the leaves and taking down whole plants.
A new task, smushing, cutting and burning these hungry fellows.
Sunday morning in Paris? Croissants, brunch and cappuccino. Sunday morning in Maine? Picking produce, watering the garden, fighting against mosquitos, beetles flies, and squashing hordes of nasty bugs on my potatoes!
I must confess that after the watering, picking and crushing . . . I did eat a delicious croissant from the local bakery. Yumm!
Maine. 14 juillet. Hot and sticky. Bastille Day with friends . . . many French. Who knew there would be so many Frenchies in Maine? Pesto, salad, homebaked bread, baseball caps, beer, frisbee, and mosquitos. Watermelon, zucchini bread, blondies and peach rhubarb pie with French flags. Perfect. Except for the mosquitos of course.
I think all men on tractors are happy. Or so it seems. They are also happy to talk to other men (or women) about tractors . . . to compare them, to fantasize about other tractors, and all of the attachments they own, or need. It is a whole new world, the world of tractors and men.