While Sephie & Lucia & Bailey & I prepare for The Big Dig to visit Noah and his pinkies in the fabled Land of Oz, I wanted to thank the legendary Digger of the Antipodes for bestowing upon us yanks a cool award!
This gem of an award says, "Your blog is like a pearl...rare, delicate, & charming!" It's our understanding that Noah and the Dales Down Under received this from Maggie & Mitch. We're honored!
For our part, we would like to pass this award on to Lucia and Clive.
Now--a bit of news from the boreal forests of New Hampshire...
Ah...where to start?
Well, consider this "local color..."
Just to the south of Keene, the folks at Nick's Seafood Restaurant recently became aware of the notion of "branding." Seems that no one really expected to find seafood in the landlocked hills of New Hampshire. How to get the message across...hmmm...
Giant Crab on the Roof !Random diversion:
L'il Toot's Return to the Briny Deep:
Ms. Bailey's ancestry seems to have included many generations of unterseeterrieren who were bred to pursue cute, furry otters into the depths and, well, take them out. So Kapitänleutnant Bailey von Blue sets forth upon her first war patrol of the season.
Mission: Cross the North Atlantic, join the wolfpack, and attack the otter convoys!
At the end of her mission, Kapitänleutnant Blue is awarded the Iron Dogbiscuit for her service to the Irish Kriegsmarine.
Twenty acres of blueberries.
Hunger among the masses.
Demand for wild (cultivated blueberries will not do!) blueberry pie!
Pitcher Mountain blueberries are to berries as Château Lafite Rothschild, Pauillac is to wine. An apotheosis. Apogee. The ineffable, ultimate expression of the quintessence of Blueberry Consciousness.
Meanwhile, back at the camp...
The Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog, the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered creature you ever set eyes on, has arrived at the Pond, and Bailey must vanquish it with the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch!
The future of Civilization as we know it has been assured, and the vile beast has been sent packing.
Now, if we can only figure out what to do with the coyotes--but that's another story...
In the neighboring Socialist Republic of Vermont, there exists a bucolic hamlet called Dorset, which harbors the very first marble quarry in New England. Long exhausted of its marble, the quarry has retained one important function...
On a hot day, there's no better place to be!
Back to camp...
We wonder if mental and physical stimulation of this intensity will have long-term consequences...
Of course, the ruby-throated hummingbirds beat their wings between 50 and 200 times per second. And they make it across the Gulf of Mexico doing this!
Glad we're just carnivorous, hyperactive Irish peasant dogs!
Maybe it IS time for a nap!
This is the time when the deer come grazing in the daylilies and the coyotes start singing and the sun sets behind the white pines.
The moon is out and all's well...
Canis raptorus hibernensis curls up in a warm, compact ball and dreams of chasing badgers down to the Land of Oz and having a pint or two of Foster's bitters with Noah, Tess, Willow & Lucy.
Buster, Bailey & Sephie