Sylvia's Journal

After a week of sunshine we completed our return trip in the rain, which it is still doing some 36 hours later.

Before we left the Brooksville peninsula, we drove around to collect as many blueberries as we could. These are the blueberries we freeze and then eat throughout the winter.

We were late to leave and most ‘help yourself’ blueberries stands had only one or two quarts left. We found our last 2 quarts at a hemp farm on top of a hill. The thick smell of marihuana met us as we made our way up the dirt road.  Those were the best blueberries (less bruised, less leaves, less green ones).

During our entire vacation, while surrounded by water nearly everywhere, we never ate seafood, let alone oysters. We simply could not find stores nearby selling the stuff, a puzzle. Maybe fishermen don’t eat fish? We finally had our oysters (Pemaquid) on our way home, at a stop in Belfast at a local brewery that also served oysters.

We had expected that a five hour trip to our vacation rental would be very long but it wasn’t. It wasn’t because of the stop in Belfast (both coming and going), and also because we listened to Crazy Rich Asians while Axel drove and I completed a very difficult electronic puzzle (1024 pieces, 14 hours to completion).

And now we are back in lush Lobster Cove, which was entirely empty when I woke up on Sunday morning.  There had been more rain here on and off according to our neighbors. All the crops had taken advantage of the wetness, especially the weeds which are huge now.