Maine Forest Cafe

Trick’n'Treat. Why does it have to be either/or? Both truly compliment each other without the decision anxiety of forced choice. Really though, how many kids will choose Trick over Treat? Who goes to the store to buy a bowl of Tricks?

Would treating the adults become a trick? One shot of liberating courage. Now the event comes with a five, or much less, house limit.

Pumpkins have devolved into a clever, cut by the numbers, art form. Nothing like the free-form butcher knife creations of back in the day . This one here is more clever than I ever got to.

From ghoulies and ghosties
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!
~Scottish Saying

Doe & Fawn, originally uploaded by Zeus Ocean Storm.

At eight o’clock this morning, I was sitting here in my study, researching a 2010 project. Just to left of this monitor, I looked down to see this fawn & doe feasting on drops from the forest apple tree. Grabbing my camera, I dashed downstairs to get a few photographs.

At first, the camera remained on point and shoot – aka Programmed mode. Due to the back lighting, the picture was wiped and washed out. Not to mention the slower shooter speed made sharp focusing somewhere between difficult and nearly impossible. Switching over to manual, I was able to speed up the shutter speed enough to sharpen the focus and eliminate the washing out.

I always wonder, how often do the deer come by and no one sees them. It was a good start to this day.

Slept in by one hour this morning – still dark for an hour after getting up.

Rain is making me lazy, as I watch the falling leaves.

Let there be light. Would have been done quicker, easier and sooner without the burden of laziness and some day thinking.

Now, off to plan deck steps – replacement needed, probably two or more years ago. Why?

The steps are designed & overdesigned for rugged reliability. The list of supplies is as complete as a list of supplies can become. Off to a lumberyard.

1321: Back from the land of orange aprons. Went with pressure treated lumber to continue my theme of build it right, build it once. Wondering why I am replacing the steps – what happened the first time?

Now tomorrow: I didn’t make the 500 word quest. Working with wood always absorbs me while time vanishes. I looked up and it had become dark. And that is why working with wood is good. There are not enough words to describe, not 500, not more, not less.

Someday is saying if, then, when.
I say now, soon and always.
I didn’t always.
Spent two decades living if, then and when.
No regrets, even then had more somedays then many & most.
But now and forever, everday is now someday.
Whether it be a project, task or adventure.
I choose the uniqueness of today everyday.
Somethings are repeated
Until usually once too many.
Somedays are never enough.
Someday I will no longer.
Those days have nearly been.
When someday now comes.
It will be everday.
Only different.