Happy Fall

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This weekend was a lovely muddle of happiness. It was a weekend of brisk, crisp Fall air that sent us searching for our scarves. It was a weekend of thousands of crunchy, headdress-wearing, pie-cone eating, very happy Mainers. It was a weekend of wonderful, wonderful friends.  These friends actually visited us in Fairfield, (read: middle of nowhere) Maine and talked with us late into the night (read: past 9 pm) about our collective dreams.

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The photos speak for themselves. Until next year, Common Ground!

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Piping hot and sour-sweet apple cider. The perfect way to sweep us into Fall. 

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Sheep-dog herding demo. They’re AMAZING!

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The happiest of sheep. 

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A real-life pig pile!

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Tiny house inspiration…

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Trevor wows the crowd with a 15 foot hammer hit!

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Deep-fried clam bellies…a New England tradition.

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My happy place.

Changes, They Are A Comin’

Fall in Maine is rife with change. It’s all around us, everywhere you turn. It’s whispering to me through the trees on my afternoon runs- I can feel the leaves crunching, changing yellow orange red with every stride.

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It nips at the river during our morning breakfast ritual. It sweeps great heaps of mist off the surface, sending us shivers and the ducks southbound.

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Again- change begets change. We feel it stir something deep in us, too. We’re hunkering down and thinking through future plans, instead of going out and exploring. We’re heading to bed earlier and getting up later. We’re reaching for sweet potatoes and rutabagas instead of fresh summer greens.

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