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Author Archives: Julie-Ann Baumer
Date Night at Market Basket
When did it happen? When did I become too old to spend Saturday night in a bar or nightclub? I think it was last summer; Handy and I went to The Old Goat in Richmond to listen to live music. … Continue reading
Posted in Cooking and Food
Tagged Market Basket, Saturday night, The Market Basket Effect, WWSF "The Legends"
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Who Told You…
The weather here in Maine this week was glorious. Green growing grass, budding trees, and blossoms have all been swaying in a gentle warming breeze. I mowed the lawn for the first time over the weekend and it was surprisingly … Continue reading
The Beauty of Everyday
This spring I’ve been overwhelmed by the magnificently beautiful things around me, more lovely than last year. Creation everywhere.
Posted in Minimalist
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Kung Pao Monday
I hate it when Monday morning rolls around and my old computer won’t cooperate with me. I know, I know…I have the equivalent of the NASA Apollo program in the palm of my hand, but I’m still writing blog posts … Continue reading
The Season of Hammer and Tongs
Last spring, I got an e-mail from a friend requesting I plant a flower clock. You can read about it here. I tossed the intriguing idea around in my mind. I had the space for it in my backyard. Then … Continue reading
Posted in Friday Pillow Talk
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The Lost Columbine
There is a hill garden on my property; it runs along the road. This spring will be the first time I’ve really “gotten to it” and analyzed what’s there. It’s almost sunrise, or the gardening hours. Tomorrow, I’ll take a … Continue reading
The Wizard
Last Friday, I wrote about a recent David Brooks’ New York Times piece. The article was part confession; the author admitted he’d grown out of touch with the average Joe and his neighbors. Mr. Brooks outlined his plan to better … Continue reading
David Brooks’ Block Party!
If you’re a regular visitor to this blog, you know I rarely write about politics. That does not mean I am oblivious to the machinations of men aspiring to be President of the United States, or POTUS. Handy’s got hundreds … Continue reading
Posted in Friday Pillow Talk
Tagged bourgeois strata, David Brooks, Donald Trump, Martha Stewart, Wendell Berry
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A Few More Tulips
This will be my second “full” spring here in this house and garden; for the last two autumns, I’ve planted a few more bulbs. These are my new favorites. (P.S. Happy belated birthday to blog reader Carol, who celebrated one … Continue reading
The Daily Grind
A long, long time ago, my friend Jaxon gave me a Christmas present. Or maybe it was a housewarming gift, when I bought the chicken-cooped sized condominium on Hampton Beach. Or was it a birthday gift? The details have faded … Continue reading