Author Archives: Julie-Ann Baumer

Something Suddenly Came Up

It’s a sorry excuse to use the old “Marcia Brady,” but something suddenly came up. It’s Reggie Black’s birthday, today, though.  I’d be remiss if I didn’t wish him a very happy birthday! Happy Birthday, Reggie!

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Calling Hilda Taylor

When I stopped by Hilda’s house the other day, I noticed this interesting “planter.” It’s either a recycled pallet or something she built, but I hope Hilda will honor my blog with a comment of instruction so we will all … Continue reading

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Peas in the Garden

When I first started writing my blog, my brother once said “I don’t understand the Uncle Bob angle.”  I’m probably not Uncle Bob’s favorite niece, true enough; I was one of many nieces when we were growing up.  These last … Continue reading

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It’s a Sign

One of my friends from Portland, Hilda Taylor, is passionate about helping cats.  When I first met her in the early 1980’s, she had just begun her involvement with an urban feral feline rescue and awareness organization.  You can read … Continue reading

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While the Sun Shines

After a few weeks of strange and uncertain weather, New England received a gift of a day. I texted Reggie Black more than once about the idyllic day he was missing. It was beautiful.

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L. L. Baumer

On February 9, 2013, we had a weather event with high tides, snow, and street flooding.  I put on my old pair of Maine Hunting Shoes and took a trip outside to assess the damage.  I didn’t stay out very … Continue reading

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Not All Broken Things Are Garbage

Sometimes, I dig up things in Uncle Bob’s garden.  I’ve asked both he and my father if they remember ever burying garbage in the garden but they say this never happened.  Still, whenever I dig up a little broken thing, … Continue reading

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The Whirlwind – A Pictorial Essay

I am prone to hyperbole when I write.  I am trying to tone it down; forgive me when I say that Sunday was one of the best days ever.  It’s hard to describe.  It’s my crazy bifurcated existence, with my … Continue reading

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My “Come to Tebow” Moment

When I was a child, I remember sitting on the living room couch with a bag of circus peanuts.  Not cocktail peanuts, dry roasted peanuts, or peanuts in the shell, but those peanut-shaped orange marshmallows.  Maybe I didn’t like them; … Continue reading

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Truck For Sale

I pack a lot of living into twelve hours, more or less, and this way of life is filled with good blog material.  As I reflect over my “Day of Rest” and look at the evidence on the clock, I … Continue reading

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