mostly grown up chickens

Look who grew up.

These gals!

(Go look at how small they were less than two months ago. Chickens are crazy, y'all.)

vita vita

So you guys, I am a serial blogger. From my angsty teenage LiveJournal days onward, I pretty much always kept an online diary of some sort, written in with varying degrees of frequency. This one here that you are currently reading follows a couple years of non-blogging and I must say, I am glad to be back into it. It's nice to have a place to keep thoughts.

I'm pretty bummed that I've deleted most of these. Every couple of years I go through an oh no, there's way too much about me on the internet phase and I delete accounts and remove photos and so on. I kept a pretty awesome tumblr from 2008-2011 that I'm especially sad is gone.

Anyway, the point is, there is one that I did not delete!

These are from my semester abroad in Florence, back in the spring of 2007. It's more writing than photos and I start almost every sentence with "So..." but if you're curious about 21 year old Amy, have a looksee: vita

(Yes, I called the thing vita because I'm very cool and Italian.)

portland head light

My favorite photo of one of my favorite places to stop and breathe. In the winters I go to sit in the quiet, and in the summers I go to enjoy the food trucks. This one's from last week, when I took a friend from the yoga retreat by before her flight to get a lobster roll from these guys.

cliff walk at black point inn

This is the Cliff Walk at Black Point Inn, which is a few miles from the house. The official walk is about 1.75 miles, but we generally go a bit further along the road, so according to this awesome app I just downloaded (SportsTracker) we make it 2.3 miles. In the summertime they frown upon non-guests parking at the inn, so it's generally a good idea to have someone drop you off and pick you up. If you want to saunter along and smell the roses, it takes about an hour.

The start of the walk is slightly to the left of the inn, going between a couple of beautiful private homes then winding it's way along the cliffs and shoreline. Wear good shoes, because it's mostly loose rocks. You'll get amazing views of the water and in the distance can see Old Orchard Beach, and I love the flowers growing everywhere, in and among the rocks. This part of town is where the very wealthy live, so you can gaze at their amazing cliff-side houses, too.

We wanted to get out this morning before it got too muggy, but even in the early hours of the day it was pretty humid and a haze hung over everything.

(How lucky am I to live here?)

sewall house

In need of some R&R and head-clearing time, I spent a week at the Sewall House yoga retreat in Island Falls. Island Falls is a teeny little town about an hour and change north of Bangor, and 30 or so minutes south of Baxter State Park. With a car (important!) it's easy to get around and when I wasn't practicing yoga I was attempting to hike flooded trails, kayaking, and getting rain-soaked while exploring the town. While the locale wasn't quite what I imagined in terms of seclusion (the house is in town, I expected in woods), it was an immensely beneficial week with some really inspiring people.

A peek.

flower power

When Stephen and Barbara got married they handed out little hearts made of seed paper. I planted mine last week and these little guys are working their way up. Not sure what they are, but fingers crossed that they keep growing!