peaks island

Mom and I spent most of the day exploring Peaks Island. It's the largest in Casco Bay with about 1100 full-time residents and is accessible via ferry from downtown Portland. The trip is only about 15 minutes and runs frequently - if you ever find yourself in Maine I highly recommend spending a few hours on the island. I try to go out a couple times a year, and enjoy it immensely every time. With only a handful of shops, galleries, and restaurants it's quiet and serene - a little bit of everything you need, and nothing you don't. And, obviously, amazing views and Maine ocean breezes.

We caught the 10:45 AM boat, grabbed a coffee from the cafe by the dock, and went for a quick walk before stopping at the Inn for a bite to eat. The meal was delicious. I had a blueberry soda and we shared the crab cakes, lobster mac and cheese, and a wedge salad.

We also stopped at Richard Boyd's gallery and bought a beautiful platter, then spent the rest of the time exploring the shore and admiring everyone's gardens. When our feet had had enough we grabbed an ice cream and caught the 2:45 PM ferry back to town. The day was a little chilly and overcast, which kept the crowds down and made for some dramatic views.

what's that? you want to see more chickens?

Well okay.

If you insist.

the yard in the afternoon

Maine has really been hitting it out of the park lately with the insanely nice weather. I meant to take a stroll around the block this afternoon, but got distracted by the things in the yard.

so many eggs in our future

Instead of the two or three, we came home with a bunch. They're quite unique. The one we named Kramer has feathers that grow upside down? Inside out? I don't know. We also named all of these; I wasn't lying about being crazy. (Penelope, Daisy, Khaleesi, Sam(antha) I Am, Franklin, Ariel, Kramer.) The older gals seem wary but mostly leave them alone, the four of them hang out in whatever corner is opposite the new chicks.